We three farts from Brumagem are, bearing gifts in a clapped out car. Stopped by cops along the way, vowing not to return this way. The wedding now will be underway, whilst we are still very much on the way. All the lights are turning red. Wished I’d have listened, and stayed in bed. Now they are orange, I’m ready to fly, but I’m stuck in reverse, and heave a sigh. Green is now flashing, pedal to metal, and go. But, what a disaster, it’s starting to snow.

The roof starts leaking on we three guys, who have just spent a fortune on new suits and ties. who feel like fish out of water, as we are no longer in Brum, and can’t find a barber for the damage done. But, this is the start of just what is to come, as the car starts to judder, then goes off like a gun. And, very soon two doors drop off, and something metal falls off at the back. But, undeterred we silly farts struggle, to make an apperance for that somebody special. 

Her eyes light up when we arrive, it was well worth the effort and uncomfortable ride. And to end it all on a note of good cheer, we ended up with a good pint of beer!