Still, a fair few of the cars made it and we carried on there. Alan turned up in his beast of a kit car (shame it took him 20 mins to start it), Drakey in his stoooopidly fast MR2 and a shit load more. The night went well from here on, with Lottie and her mate doing us the honours and posing for some mott shots, until the building alarm started going off. The finest of the Cheshire constabulary rolled up in their unmarked Vectra and surprised us all with their remarks "We're not bothered about you being here lads, just make sure you take your rubbish with you please." WINNER.

So, the night rolled on with peeps disapearing car by car. Lucy did me the best favour in the world and let my drivers window drop into my door. Mmmmm, I just love skinning my knuckles getting it back out. 1:30am and We decided it was bedtime. With Sy and Moonie suffering from stella induced wobbly head syndrome we trundled back around the M60 and home for a good nights kip.

A big thanks to all for what originally seemed a poorly organised event, but was rescued into a fun night.

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