Ewen

All the best Ed. Have a good one...then enjoy the rest of your birthday.

Paid £1.24 a litre today, Shell V Power. Pikey garage, nice norks on the till girl though.

Ten expensive oops'es, two near oops, one enigmatic mystery, a funny name and a p*ss take.

http://www.tirritocars.com/english.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lenEFxRQ6cU

Chief Exhaustist says Devil saves the VAT on can ! http://www.motorspeed.com/store_main.asp?int_catalog_id=2&int_category_id=89&int_subcategory_id=0&int_product_id=3493

This is great...previous houses, schools, even a wee bit of Holy Island. Fascinating.

I'm rather surprised Rick Astleys name wasn't mentioned.

"The greatest trick god ever pulled was to allow his christian flock to commit (insert appropriate heinous wrongdoing here) and blame it on the devil".

I much prefer the Aston Rapide. The Porsche has some really awkward styling.

bum, I'm too slow yet again.

I keep telling you guys...older women are hornier.

Oooooeeeeooooeeeeoooo, wah wah wahhhh, Oooooeeeeooooeeeeoooo, wah wah wahhhh, Oooooeeeeooooeeeeoooo, wah wah wah wahhhh, Oooooeeeeooooeeeeoooo, wah wahhhh.

Stirling Moth.

What flies around a lightbulb at 150 mph ?

Personally, I thought it was a subliminal reference to an alaskan pipeline.

Blimey...Jazz finally used a colon in a sentence.

Hair curlers and face cream ? Wow:)

The hankerchief one was taken in mid Berwickshire Landlady Period, which ran from '75 to '79. BTW, I didnt always have landladies, I lived in a caravan for a while and picked off the odd drunken lass from the Holiday Park. Didn't last long as I was starving to death and caught fleas. The lure of nylon nighties sparking off nylon sheets at night, and a full Scottish breakfast in the mornings proved too strong so I returned to the life of Bed and Bawd. The Ramones wannabe pic was '80, a few months after I met my wife to be. Who spookily enough, started off as my second landlady after moving down south. The first one was Irish, lovely lady, but alas she had her one remaining eye on her brother in law.

I never had any luck with those godforsakenbastard machines. Some old lady either dropped the lot before I had a go, or dropped the lot just after I filled it up. I haven't played one for years, although I have similar luck with Cashpoint Machines...except the old lady these days is mine.

I was a pretend rocker in the 80's

Flares shmares...I was into hard-core loons. So tight from the knees up they gave you a camel toe from hell and an ass-hole you could hide your can of Tennants in. I had a pair of purple velvet ones by the South Sea Bubble co...it had so many buttons up the fly that every time I pulled a bird, I passed out before I could get the bloody things undone. Looked neat with a cheesecloth shirt though.

I remember long blonde hair, hoop earrings, hairy legs and a firm grip. Hmmm...

Of course I have. Knotted hankies the right way round though. I'm sure there was some drink involved. And a Norwegian nurse.