"I'm going to pick up some bits to make the aerials, Nic. You coming?" I go, just for the change in scenery and the fact that I am not going to be driving for a change. There is one small problem though. Kev owns a transit van and I hate sitting in the front of it for two reasons. The first is that I think we look like we have escaped from the local gypsy camp and the second is to do with Kev's Meldrew-esque driving. Occasionally he forgets he is in a van and get a bit boy-racer and other times he believes he is the best driver In The World.
... blogging my guts out