So Briss finds himself Sausage Side in a little bit of Blighty known as Le Mans.
Not for the 24 hour race, which I'm afraid is now a little bit to lary scooby rather than Bently Boys on tour. No, Briss is attending the Classic 24 hour. An altogether more civilised affaire.
So one is obviously corporate all the way, but one did have to drive the 500 miles, and ones arris is clearly not what is was. Therefore Briss is feeling the need for self medication. No giggling at the back please.
On the positive side the Beer is ridiculously well chilled, the wine is more than drinkable, and the food perfectly adequate as long as one avoids the "Sausage Rouge".
Fortunately Briss does his homework before he says goodbye to the warm bosom of Blighty.
The following link contains a tale of great woe, immense fortitude in the face incredible danger, and a great deal of very useful advise when faced with unspeakable difficulties when ones man servant is no where to be found.
https://www.lemans2006.co.uk/socks.htm
Read, and be proud. The Empire was built by Kights of the Realm such as our unwitting hero. It Makes you proud to be British !