On Fri, 24 Dec 2004 12:21:59 +0000, Al C-F
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>>Yes, that's it. It may well have changed hands since, of course. In
>>those days there was a Yugo garage on the corner as well, which
>>provided some unintentional comedy 
>Said site is now occupied by a drive through McDonalds.
Ah, well, in earlier times "driving through" would have been counted a
major achievement. My mate Prof Higson recounts the tale of the day a
Newly Fettled Yugo was driven from said place to the traffic lights
(distance: 20yds), did stall with an Bang, refused to restart and
ignominiously retraced its journey under bloke-in-boiler-suit power.
How he larffed!
Not that the Prof was, at this time, in much of a position to cast
aspersions, being at the time the proud owner of Jif, a lemon yellow
Morris Ital whose seats were not quite as firmly attached to the floor
as perhaps they might have been, and whose windows had an alarming
tendency to descend into the bowels of the doors at Warp Factor 9
(accompanied by an alarmingly loud Bang) if opened more than 1/4".
As usual with the Prof he sold this car at a Handsome Profit despite
its being short at least one cylinder at the time. Jammy fbq.
Guy
--
"then came ye chavves, theyre cartes girded wyth candels
blue, and theyre beastes wyth straynge horn-lyke thyngs
onn theyre arses that theyre fartes be herde from myles
around." Chaucer, the Sheppey Tales
