This may well be a Ginge - miracle gadget

Really?

 

There's a kiddie who lives up the road (the common end of the village,
don't you know) who spent a couple of weeks stripping his
newly-acquired Subaru under a gazebo in his parents' drive. Fair play
to him, I thought as I drove past, observing progress every day. Even
when the progress was falling off a scissor jack and having to get his
Dad and a mate to help him get it on a trolley jack on the gravel drive.

He's finished it now and it looks ... different. New hyuge wheels with
rubber band tyres, drainpipe exhaust, blacked-out side windows, that
sort of thing. He's painted it too - bright (Ford ST-like) orange taht
looks like a rattle can finish, more like the Moon's surface than
everyday orange peel when you get close to it. And he drives it up and
down the High Street, with the bloody dump valve slapping open and shut
like the shutter on a Gatso set to 30mph. He never goes particularly
fast, but the noise it makes is startling. Makes my vehicles sound
quiet, so that's a good thing, in part.

 

They do, just don't tell Champ.

 

heh. Nailed.

 

SIRPip escribió:

So you don't drink beer the rest of the week?

Heretic.

 

Ah, I do indeed: but not in the quantity which is habitual of a Tuesday
evening. It is, I believe, the quantity of yeasty beverage involved
which produces the methaniferous clouds on Wednesday mornings.

 

It's far, *far* worse if you have a pickled egg.

Trust Me on this.

 

I'm not allowed anything eggy in the pub. It doesn't need to be a
pickled egg: a standard egg butty will do. Problem is, I have a real
weakness for standard egg butties such as come out after pool matches.
One night, having done a few pints and a few egg butties, I cleared the
poll room. We all moved into the bar. I then cleared the bar, so we
all moved into the smoking shed. Well, they all did - I had to go and
have a fag out the back, well away from anybody else.

I do. Oh, I do. Beer + eggs is not a good thing.