My god, get me out of here !!

I'm going native !!!!!

I swear I mean't to say in conversation "it's not suprising the way I treat it"; not "the way I tret that engine". Oh my. That's 100 per cent pure codhead. The rot's set in. It's time to get out !!

Took the car for another evening rumble around the roads; I'd have preferred the bike but that's a non starter, literally. Which, as an aside is more than can be said for the gay coloured Honda, still languishing on my lawn while I arrange a final solution for it... hasn't been run for four and a half months, had to be moved a few feet but had rutted down. Pushing the thing wasn't working, no way so in desparation I gave the key a tweak. Fired third time. Into gear, through seized brakes and straight into position. My dog, Honda build 'em well. Anyway, digressing away; back to the summer roads, another song I really shouldn't put anywhere near my stereo when it's time for rapidity is "Wind Up" by the Foo Fighters". More second and third gear 1.8 shenannigans on twisty turny corners, what laughs! Oh hooligan boy. Behave yourself. It's not big and it's not clever. OK, it is.

Oh, and heads up to Jules; jolly beer kiddo, we must do that more often. An ear and the folding down seats if you need 'em. xx