I am reminded of a person in their car who turned up at our 8th tee ( furthest point away from the club house) using green keepers paths trying to find the club house using GPS.
I asked my wife to sit down as I had something important to tell her.
I said "I'm seeing a psychiatrist".
She paused and said "OK, whilst we're being honest, so am I. And a plumber and a mechanic."
So today I have picked up a 15 seater minibus with 250 miles on the clock. I have it for four days. Off I toddled down to East Midlands airport to pick up 8 pals who have come over from Italy and I am driving them around and having a catch up. I am sat at the services just off the M1 Near East Midlands waiting for a phone call to say we are here. It was at that point I put two Inter Milan scarves sticking out of the windows to tart up the bus as they are Inter fans. I got the call and made my way to pick them up.
I pulled up blasting the horn and everyone was looking around. I jumped out of the Mini bus Shouting “ Ciao Pino, FORZA INTER”. He looked at me and said in Broken English “ them 100 guys there were on our flight, they are Bologna fans and they are on there way down to watch them play Aston Villa”. They didn’t look happy