I’m sitting in the back seat of Walter, next to a cage containing our dear Parrot Humphrey.
We drove up to New York to pick her up from her custodians and now we’re heading back, under guidance from a borrowed Tom Tom.
Humph looks a little dishevelled, but essentially OK. And she’s already done some considerable damage to the Honey Treat we put in her cage so she’s clearly not too bad.

If you could judge a nation by the way people drive, our experiences today would have led us to believe that America is nearly entirely composed of Neanderthal fuckwits with erectile problems and zero common sense. No wonder Viagra sells so well over here.