The mood was rather subdued for the rest of the evening after Senna, so a few quiet drinks and a chat were had before everyone headed off to bed, sad to be going home the following day. Ann, Jade and I's travels before going back to reality took us to The White Horse pub in Silverstone village (which has fantastic vintage F1 posters that I covet for my kitchen), and Stratford-Upon-Avon, where we saw a Nick Heidfeld lookalike and Ann got lost (...hang on, were these two events related?)
- Creepy tree
- 'It can't be right!'
- 'It's 2am and I'm in a field in Buckinghamshire - where the fuck am I supposed to get a banana?'
- Colin Murray. Limelight. Belfast.
- 'I know we're on a campsite but wash your fucking hair!'