I remember at Northampton that my friend bought a cup of tea (it may of been soup), I distinctly recall it rained so much he was never able to get to the bottom of the cup.
As a trendy young man about town, I started the day wearing a denim shirt underneath a cream jumper, I ended the day wearing a denim coloured jumper, and a ruined denim shirt.
Also recall on the way to Sutton that the Harry Shaw driver got lost, we turned up so late had no time for dinner, had to survive on one bag of iced gems. Only space left to stand was next to the pylon so didn't get a great view. Then we were kept locked in at the end (probably only for 5 minutes) as presumably the police expected us to win.
Scarborough was terrible, went up early to see the sea, and to enjoy the beachside atmosphere. The tide was miles out, and the whole place was pretty much closed. At least with 15 minutes to go we were still 2 up from the first leg. What could possibly go wrong?