The Skodillac - Superb 1.5 TSI DSG SE

More likely to be Folkestone/Dover, but you never know with my Mrs, binlids, and wider family. Any recommendations for waiting spots, comrade? I tend to sit in the McDonald's car park until they're through baggage reclaim. Better clientele around than the A4 layby on the Colnbrook bypass near Heathrow.

Just slightly less grubby and diesely smelling.

Poor driving is poor at any speed. There was no golden age when going faster made it safer for everyone. But my suspicion of adaptive / intelligent cruise control fits into this: drivers ‘cruising’ in the overtaking lanes forget — or never understood — that they’re there to overtake, so they just trundle dumbly on, convinced that having set a ‘safe’ speed on the computer must mean they’re doing the right thing.

Quite a long time ago now, I flew back to LHR from Berlin where I’d been for a couple of days.
In the same row of three seats were Boris Becker and his son. We chatted a bit, like you do sometimes with your fellow travellers, but I wouldn’t say we formed any lasting bonds. However, I did establish that he’d flown over that morning to meet the lad and was bringing him back to London.
Anyway, that isn’t really the best bit of the story.
As coincidence would have it, his car and mine were both in the short term multi storey car park and parked very close together.
As I was lobbing my bag into my boot, he was doing the same thing with his son’s luggage. This is where it got a bit interesting and ever so slightly strange.
In the boot of his SUV, I seem to think it was a Merc, but memories fade, was quite a large wire cage. In it were some live rabbits, some straw, food and water bowls etc.
It felt inappropriate to question this at the time, given that we’d really only exchanged a few pleasantries, and indeed were both going about the business of leaving the car park, but for a fair chunk of my drive home I couldn’t help wondering why he had them in there.

It does scan that way doesn’t it. But no, it was just one of those days when life throws you an inexplicable curved ball.

Being a professional athlete maybe he liked eco-raisins.