Year 13/25: Gimpo, Tim, Sharon, Dominic and friends followed the M25, from noon Saturday 28 March until 1pm GMT on Sunday 29 March. Photos were posted as received. Live radio provided by The Juniour Insurgent Transmitter Ensemble on 103 FM Fucking Voodoo Majic. It's tomorrow. Tim arrives in Brighton. T-minus 13 hours. Not one but 2 burnt eggs that teach me to stop at the wrong side of Clacket Services First pic in the back - Paul, Sharon and Dominic under the light doing and doc! Toll booth 23 again. The road. Woo woo - we been 'avin phone cam prob's, but maybe sorted now? Quick look back. In da back and not even a lap done yet. 87 miles and rolling. Them up front. We is here A10 Jnct. 25. They thinks I is sleepin. The Driver and Gimpo. 1st lap. 116.5 miles says Tim. 2 hours and 8 mins ... not a bad run. Clacket shortly. A little rain. I thought I saw... Same old same old. More sky and maybe a windmill. Jnct 22 Bloody camera. I got a new toy... The table today. A tunnel. Ahead more. If only I had a tin of paint. Cruising speed. Getting there. Theses snow well slush Just started lap 3, 2 new passengers. Bad. Getting dark. Tomato, Sharon and Paul again new old phone. And head torch for light. Gail up front. Tim's gas mask is doing the rounds. Oh blimey. Oi, look like your enjoying it. Donal's duck on the M25 spin with Gimpo and a gang. Still waiting for somat to 'appen. Now he's happy. Give pea'S a chance. The pea's aint got a chance. Flak off big more. A Chevron and on and on. Drinkin' from the Prague cup. Phil's police car at Clacket. Oh dear... Tea time. Sugar. People in there some whifie fuckin' camera. A mess but my mess. On a missom. Eartford tunnel. Sun rise in the mirror. Under orders. Pea's a chance. Follow the arrow. Fuckin northern. Good life. Toilet art. More bog art. And yet more bog crap ... I must be having my morning dump. Same old same old Ending the final lap x. The boys. Last time. Gimpo and The AAA have left the roadway. Last update: 8243054 seconds ago.