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The long road to the underwater train

We set off early and were in Englandshire before sun rise. At York we switched drivers and mr grumpy took over. He should have listened to the machine that told him to leave the motorway, numpty. I must have had a bad hair day, lots of people were looking at me as we moved really slowly down the motorway.

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