Well then folks, Just two more weeks in lovely sunny England and then I'll be gone. The butterfly's in my stomach are unreal. They're worse than those you get at the top of the oblivion at Alton Towers...especially when it breaks down at the pivitol moment and you're thinking to yourself "aaaaaany second now"...yet it never happens and you start getting a bit of a panic on. Your once outstretched arms (because you wanted to act tough when the cart drop...