Because, Welbeck, it was on the wettest night of the year. I told him I needed to go home, but he insisted on carrying on with the journey. I begged him not to, but he left me standing in the rain and drove off. I had to find a taxi and get into a hotel (in a city I’d never been too). The fact he was deemed okay to drive was beyond me. It appears he’d had an epileptic fit or seizure of some sort. I thought it totally irresponsible that he got into a car. He could have killed more than only me and him. I will only travel in a car with him for less than an hour. Yes, I was furious about the whole thing.