OK here is the story of the lost trousers.
I went for a pee in the toilets under the hospitality suits near the pub. There was a pair of jeans and a sweat shirt screwed up in the corner of the wash basins.
There was a wallet with a donor card in the name of S Crane, there was also cash and credit cards in there as well. Not wanting to leave it there in case someone decided to help themselves to the cash I then walked all the way up to race control and handed them in there.
I assumed the S Crane was Steve Crane who was out racing at the time (and doing quite well) and had got changed in a hurry and left his clothes in the loo.
After all this I missed my mate who I was supposed to meet in the Redgate pub and never got my beer.
