The team has split

Not due to any personal differences, though I did see Jim spike Ray's
drink with hemlock last night, but due to differing commitments.
I have to be in Rotterdam tomorrow for work, Ray has to tend to his
embryonic business venture and Jim wants to achieve his dream of
getting pissed in six different cities in six different countries in
six days.
Jim Jim and Mars have managed to sequester themselves in a hidden
compartment on a UK bound lorry with a bunch of Tibetan dissidents,
and even as I type have made it to London to enjoy the fresh-ish air
of democracy, and probably a cheeky beer or two.
Meanwhile I've driven back to Amsterdam - yes the car is still good -
and booked into a palatial suite to enjoy a good nights sleep
somewhere where you can't hear the person in the next room scratching
themselves.
It's been an adventure, and worringly for the rest of Europe (or maybe
for Britain), we seem to have been one of the most sensible teams on
the rally.