Funnily enough, a van was driving on the wrong side of the road this morning, when I was going to the train station. Lithuanian plates. Give him his due, it is almost 40 miles to the nearest port.

Hopefully he will be elsewhere when I get back later. Just got on the train. Two sodding hours of "on behalf of myself and my crew" announcements.

"Doncaster this is Doncaster. Passengers changing for Rotherham, there's a Sports Direct across the road."

Sorry, getting bored now.