Getaway car...

Stayed last night in a little town called Shepshed. I didn’t fancy sitting in the van feeling miserable - just me and my gouty foot - so I found an insalubrious pub where a few locals were playing pool… and joined in. I hobbled around the table and won half a dozen games before being knocked off. The guys seemed to think I was something to do with the police (an old guy with a gouty foot? Really?), but, once I'd convinced them I wasn’t, they were friendly enough. I vaguely recall being recruited to drive the getaway car next week…