I had a really cool evening last night, and a damn good day (apart from the 2 hours sat on the A6) and I'm not allowed to blog it for fear of a severe fonging.
All will become apparent in the future but, let's just say, Lucky Jack Flynn rides supreme (qualified on Grizzly (Boo-Yar Ph@tboy!) and coulda done better but the big man took his ball home).
For your delectation, and in lew of a decent entry, here's Gus Visser & His Singing Duck.
Bit better tonight, but I'm off before I start crying puss.