Meanwhile, the rest of the group heard the sound of an old decrepit non mot able transit pickup chugging towards them. “Eer Wacker!” a put on Scouse accent greeted them from a deluded knut, followed by an incoherent Scottish grumble from his fellow recycler, Jock Jck.
“Do you want a lift? Get on the back” The intrepid travellers took a chance and they carried on down the road for ages, passing what seemed like some fat kid with a break stick apparently shagging a snowman, until Lab had to stop for a wee. As he was squatting like a girl by the roadside, something caught his keen eye, not