I can recognise a call for help from a member of my flock when I hear one.
First of all Andy, get that Smiths CD off now, and don't put it on again. I suspect that maybe you've installed the Dada engine, but it's thrown a cucumber, and you've started to spiral towards that black hole that's full of God and ghosts and truth.
Verily, go forth to Silverstone this weekend and get a little of what you fancy.
Don't drink gin.
H
Thanks for the guidance Your Enemanence.
You're right, I was a bit down in the hoof yesterday. It was the prospect of a rivetting afternoon in Swindon and another later meeting in Ealing that set the Black Dog on me. So I've given it a bone (fnah) and put it back in the kennel.
Your wrong though about the Dada engine though. It's now fully fitted to the Commer and it's singing like a bird. I've had a polished and ported Stage III head and a high lift cam fitted , all work carried out under 12 months guarantee by the great Dada demigod, Tristan Tzara.
Gin? No way. Was hoping you'd be bringing some Kwak communion wine along. Any road, it'll be good to catch up with you, if I can run that fast. What time's vespers?