This is a download from LBC, Steve Allen's Little Bit Extra.

Morning everybody, welcome along to your free podcast for today, not the first.

The second, the second already of March.

How exciting and still bloody raining.

Honestly, I'm so sick to death of the weather.

I drove down to Sandstead on Saturday in rain, all the way down there.

Rain on the motorways, rain in puddles in the middle of the motorways.

At one point I hit a big puddle in the middle of the motorway.

I thought the car was going to go out of control.

Because all of a sudden it hit water at 60, 70 miles an hour and it's like, pshu, a bit dangerous.

Anyway, I managed to get. The car's filthy. I can't begin to tell you how dirty the car is.

And I've got a thing about dirty cars.

I don't like it.

My car doesn't look nice when it's dirty.

When it's clean, it looks lovely and gorgeous, and, you know, you could almost marry it.

But when it's dirty, nobody wants to know.

Nobody looks at it.

So it just rained all the way down. All the lorries going past, all the spray...

Oh, God, it was dreadful. Anyway, we had a nice time. We went for a Turkish meal in Bishop Stortford, which was very nice indeed.

Obviously, the place favoured by hen parties, because it was nearly all women in there. It's very old building, very old building. Back to the reality of who's doing what with whom and for how much.

David Beckham's team into Miami, loads of empty places, was sort of lovely.

The football president, 44, was there, what on earth they make as somebody with tattoos all the way up his neck?

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