We’re not advocating this particular usage, okay? No names, right? We didn’t see you, it’s all good. Just give us £2,000 and we’ll sort the motah!
The only car I have ever owned that someone lost. No, really.
A car I bought, transformed and enjoyed. No fire, death or failure at all. Weird.
Because nothing says ‘rugged bloke’ like driving a pick-up, or a ‘truck’ as you’ll no doubt call it in front of your friends…
As my dear father would say, this is muppetry of the highest order.
Got it for free. Took it apart. Ran out of talent.
It was a moss-covered Mercedes. It’s a play on words, geddit?
It was a high-end, quality automobile. It also smelled like wee inside.
Not a Rover. No. Stop that. IT’S NOT A BLOODY ROVER 45!