The countdown is almost complete and, in a few hours from now, Jamie, Charlotte and I will be on our way to Ireland's largest sporting event - The Relentless International North West 200.
Since I was a little boy, I've had the privilege of going to see the world's bravest and best motorcycle road racers risk life and limb around the Triangle towns of Portstewart, Coleraine and Portrush, principally for the fun of it.
To give you an idea of how bonkers these men (and a couple of ladies) are, yesterday Yeovil's Martin Jessopp dodged hailstones to set a new speed trap record of 208mph. Yes, really.
Jamie has been to the North West a couple of times before, and this will be Charlotte's first visit.
That said, all they're likely to see this year are a few bikes during tomorrow morning's final practice session (they're not that arsed, if truth be told). Because for the races themselves - tomorrow evening and all day on Saturday - I will be in grown up but immature company in the very seats you can see above.
Let's just hope it is a little warmer/drier than twelve months ago.
