Fetchpoint London is an annual event that takes place on The Highway, in London's East One district, when many Fetchies gather together to eat jaffa cakes, and jelly babies, and drink all manner of isotonic drinks, and blow up balloons, hug a lot, shout even more, and then, after about 7 hours, go to the pub and start over again . .

Every year when FP London is organised, some nutter goes and organises a Marathon (sorry, The Marathon) on the same day, and we end up having to share all our booty with thousands of sweaty people (and you don't want to know how sweaty) who just run past - many of them with hardly a glance in our direction . .

The first ones to run past do so extremely quickly, as if they're embarrassed to be seen . . but as time passes these *runners* seem to get friendlier, and some even stop for a while and join in our party, and they have such a good time with us that they struggle along to the pub afterwards for more!!

Here's the Fetch party on the right . . reports of more volcanic ash had kept most of the traffic off the roads that morning . .

although there was a little traffic from time to time . . including the Mr Softee wannabee who played his chimes in the wrong place!! probably thought he had diplomatic immunity!!

*Pure Life* is of course exactly the right slogan for all that takes place at Fetchpoint, although after a couple of Enthusiastic's tins the *Fetchpoint ahead* warning sign may have looked a little like this . .

the marshals made an far more dramatic entrance than usual - you almost expected the theme from *the Good, the Bad, and the Virgin Money Salesman* to be played as they took their places . . and this chap with the signs was chatty enough until I asked him if the island the top sign referred to was Great Britain, at which point he made a hasty retreat . . and there were a load of these flash bikes being ridden all day long, up and down they went. I think they were lost!

and finally, I don't know who she is, or why she was in a hurry, but you think the old bloke would have let her ride on his crossbar, wouldn't you!!