wooooooooooooooooo, bollocking hell!
got onto motorway (M5, if anyone cares) at brum, and a monsoon chucked itself at me. visibility about 20 feet, and i, of course, was behind neurotic driver of the fucking century, who thought that slamming on the anchors whilst doing 80mph was a splendid idea. in torrential rain. on a dry road.
then it all calmed down (i overtook the fuckwit, asap). and then it all started up again (about 50 miles down the road), and just to make things merrier, all the bloody killer trucks were shooting out spray for about 5 miles either side (yes, i'm exaggerating).
lucky i wasn't wearing any pants to fill, isn't it? anyway, every muscle in my body was clenched to violin string standards, so i doubt any sphincter would've had a chance.. but i had my "deal with stress" technique handy - i hummed.
are you glad i shared that with you?