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A daily record of the plans made and the decisions taken. 
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It was a good news/bad news kind of day today. The bad news was that Lisa's little car, 'Ava', wouldn't start. The good news is that it gave me a chance to try out some of the tech bought for the rally, namely the Ring Ultraboost Battery Jump Starter Power Pack. As well as being snappily titled, it also packs quite a punch. It is a rechargeable unit designed to jumpstart engines without the need for another car - nifty. This baby is designed to safely revive flat batterie

Hot on the heels of looking to waste more money I don't really have on stuff I don't really need, I've been looking at white watches to complement our uniform for the trip. By the way, 'kettle' is Cockney rhyming slang for a watch (obviously: 'kettle and hob,' which is shortened to just 'kettle,' originates from 'fob' - a pocket watch - with 'kettle and hob' rhyming with 'fob'). Every day is a school day, boys and girls. I've got a thing for Casio G-Shock watches as they ar

Can you believe this is the 200th blog post on our pokey little corner of the internet? If that isn't a good enough reason to write a post taking stock of where we are, our achievements and what is still to do, I don't know what is. So where are we? We have registered three cars for the event and have five of the six drivers sorted. Carl is still looking for his co-driver, but Lisa and I are completely invested in driving Team: Dirty Martin around Europe, as are Richie an

Do you ever struggle to drift off to sleep because your brain starts racing, firing mad thoughts around like a knock-eyed cowboy at a shoot-out? That happens quite a lot to me, even more so now that we are embarking on a mad trip across Europe. The latest insomnia inducer was being over the drink drive limit while on the continent. Although we will be sensible, I still get the fear at the thought of inadvertently being over the limit after enjoying a glass of sumptuous red