...and the somewhere in question was a nondescript painted white line:
Completely unphazed, Ian lined up just before 6.00am:
Then he was gone into the night:
In a stunning show of brotherly solidarity, the rest of us, as one, trooped back the the hotel for breakfast and/or a couple of hours kip.
Sorry, Ian.
Friday, 12 September 2008
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