Saturday, 6 February 2010


(How clean is this car?) There's a place for us, somewhere a place for us. Peace and quiet...

I collected three hoots today: one for cutting up (thoughtless moment) a Fiat Punto and two from a Volkswagen Microbus for no particular reason other that recognition and possible admiration. Modern man has a low level of tolerance and too acute a sense of the importance for his or her own tiny piece of road space and not enough respect for the Ford and the dawdling over 50s.

Every so often you arrive at a petrol station that holds and sells a great chicken pie and a selection of useful vegetables, proving that petrol stations have a higher purpose and one possibly greater than the simple task of petrol replenishment. I guess if we didn't need petrol stations for petrol then we'd have to invent them but call them something else.

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