It came through the neighbouring town last Sunday morning just after 8 o'clock. No way I was going to drive; so Mrs Diesel, Daughter Diesel and I got up at 6.30, walked three miles in the pissing rain, joined the thousands already lining the route (that early on a Sunday I thought we'd be the only 3 people there...), stood in the pissing rain for another 45 minutes, Met Fuzz on bikes, support vehicles, Coca Cola bus, Samsung bus (the heat radiating from the bus size tv screen - wow!), Lloyds TSB bus, relay runners' bus.... then at last, here-comes-the-torch-there-goes-the-torch.
Walked three miles home in the pissing rain.
Glad I went? Nah - would rather have got my usual lie-in, tea in bed and read the papers.
Worthwhile? Yeah - I was truly amazed at the number of people who were mobilised to get up off their arse and go out and see it flash by.