How I met Jo and how she got me in the sack.Based on a post by Millsy, in 2 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Connected.It was one of those god-awful early springtime evenings where all you want to do is just boot the pedal to the metal, to get yourself home. And have a good old drink; in order to forget about all the shit that you had to wade through during the day, in order to pay the bills and keep the wolf from the door.It was near freezing again despite it being mid-March. The rain was falling so damn hard that you could actually see it bouncing off the pavement in little explosions as you drove gingerly through rush hour traffic. The windscreen wipers  were turning the blurry world into a not so blurry world every second or so. The sweep of the blades now turned up to top speed so that the thud-thud-thud of the blades competed with the rattle of the torrential downpour against the metal roof of the car. I had to turn the stereo up just to he...