Oh. My. God.

Getting up at 1.30am is no fun.

Getting into a car in a wet and windy Travelodge carpark in Monmouth, Wales, is no fun.

Listening to Rob - capable of only two words, "Breakfast. Petrol." - is no fun.

And then I plant my foot down on the accelerator. "Where are we meeting up with team two, Tom?"

"How does Lancashire grab you?"

Blimey.