So this time I filled the car up in Hull from the Asda garage.
Then I drove 366 miles without stopping.
I got a nice, reasonably-priced takeaway pizza upon arrival at my brother's house.
I slept well, then had a glorious morning playing with my young nephews.
I then drove to the local Morrisons and refilled the car with diesel.
I attended the match at Home Park.
Hull City won 1-0 and went eighth in the Championship. "From Boothferry to Wemb-er-lee, we'll keep the Hull flag flying high..."
I then drove all the way to Stockport for the club night without stopping.
Finally, I drove back to the studios in Hull for the Sunday breakfast show (which I'm doing now as I type this - just played Howard Jones, which is a bonus) and will then head home for a long sleep.
There. All those miles and hours and not one of those monstrosities got a penny from me. I didn't even use their lavatories (don't worry, I held it in...).