Just joshing Robbo!
I've never owned one of Henrys' pride and joys, although a friend of mine has...
What is it with coastal towns and gallopingly bad automotive taste?? I got caught up with a crowd of these 'erberts in Weston Supermare a couple of years ago. Now, I suppose if I'd been in an underground cavern for about six years then I too would find LED lights on a windscreen washer spleen mashingly exciting. And the spoilers!!! - a quick lesson in aerodynamics followed by a good kicking would seem to be in order here.
This was a very bizarre evening. It seemed Weston was populated by either 99 year old coffin dodgers celebrating every sunrise with a game of bingo, or uninsurable teenage lads doing impressions of Jack The Biscuit in any car park big enough to do a 3 point turn in without knocking over a hot dog and candy floss stand.
Just where is the sperm coming from?
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