This getting out of bed lark is starting to annoy me. Time was when I didn't mind, always rushing about to go here and there, but now? Another trek across Swindon for a doctors appointment.

Today they were going to give me a blood test. I suspect that has something to do with extracting a sample of the stuff, and since my body was designed by nature to keep all the precious red fluid inside, I also suspect some sort of puncture is required. Oh well. No pain, no gain.

So I booked in and waited. I cannot believe how rubbish womens magazines are. Surely this surgery could spend a pound or two on a car magazine for us blokes to while away the minutes before being stabbed by a nurse? Eventually my time was up.

"Have you eaten or drunk anything since last night?" She asked me. Erm... Yes, I have.

"Didn't the doctor tell you you not to?"

Erm... No, he didn't. So it's back next week then?

Stig of the Week

No suprise to hear that the BBC have found a new Stig for the Top Gear team. After Dead Stig and Sacked Stig, we now have the Stiglet (Dare I call him The Baby Stig after his discovery in a stable in Bethlehem?). Quite an exuberant driver too, as his inaugural rush around Dunsfold was clearly edge of the seat stuff. Maybe that was partly due to the fact he was driving a V8 Ariel Atom, a car with almost as much power to weight as a formula one racer, and with even less bodywork, but perhaps the lad was keen to make an impression? Fastest Top Gear lap of a road going car ever. Give the lad a pat on the back.