Once we were seated he told me to start the engine, drive forward 72m and turn sharp left when he shouted 'Now!' — when I refused to drive while blindfolded he got a bit upset, saying that if I could see where I was going it would spoil the surprise, but he relented.
Eventually.
Our final destination turned out to be a side street in what Wilson insists on calling 'London Town' leading down to the River Thames.
We climbed out of the car just in time to see a three-masted Dutch schooner sailing past towards the Millennium Dome.
Then W escorted me into The Trafalgar pub where, over a glass of Pimms (he shook a sachet of ants into his, which he offered to share but I declined) he explained how we would be spending the rest of our day: a river cruise up to the Palace of Westminster!
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