Well, not toxic, exactly... maybe just a little bit rank. But in a nice way. With a garnish.

Friday, July 15, 2005


And on a lighter note.

My car's called Toby. He's blue, gutsy and obviously a boy.

My first car was called Walter. He was old (X reg. That was old, even then) and Swedish or something.

I've also had a car called Pat. She was white and small. A Peugeot 309. If she had worn jewelry they would have been massive dangly earrings. Like Pat from Eastenders.

I once had half a van called Daffodil. (Yellow, with a flashing light). My then-partner had the other half.

Back in my landscaping days I drove a tipper truck called Arabella, and a Vauxhall Combo called Peter.

I used to have a Peugeut racer (push-bike) called Liam.

Oh, and an acoustic drum-kit called Marvin. Marvin the paranoid drum-kit, obviously.

I've got a pointing trowel (from my landscaping days, again) called Eugene.

Got a problem with that?


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