AlabamaShrimp

I think we need to try and get the year at least to get an appropriate plate.
 
There is an engine number however, which may help....
 

 
 

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I still find myself thinking 50 years ago means 1950s...

A lot of Japanese 4x4s have grease nipples on the ball joints,or plugs which can be removed so that grease nipples can be screwed in.

I know it's been said before but why the fuck can't people that fix shit (builders etc) just do or don't do what you ask them instead of fannying about.
 
Want a new sink unit top and toilet seat for bathroom. Bloke who fitted it says yeah he'll do it. Excellent you've now only been silent for two months. Pointless asking him as he always says he forgot I'll just buy it and eventually get him to fit it.
 
Main one though is the Frontera osf Bush noise is getting worse. Took it to the garage I always use. 'I'm busy' he says. No shit all I want you to do is say yes you can do it and book it in.
 
No. He can do it but when, no idea. I can't book I'll just have to ring up (he's shit on the phone) or bring it down multiple times, er no I won't I'll get someone else thanks.
 
Why turn down a job and money?

I'll have that Corsa handbook please. Add it to those badges and tell me how much I owe.

That they thought that spoiler was a bit shit too?

That they thought that spoiler was a bit shit too?

3 of 5 but hopefully 4 of 5 soonish
 
Edit: no I forgot one so it's 3 of 6 for now.

Can I have the other Austin badge please. Your nicest Fiesta mk1 and two nice blue ovals please.
 
You don't have a mk2 Fiesta one as well do you?

No you are right, there’s hardly any old 950 low comp Pops about or any of the low spec based special editions, Firefly, Sandpiper etc.
 
My mates dad used to have a Mk1 with the single round lamps on it, 950 I think it was, in sunburst red. Had that distinctive noise to it and that slightly oily smell old Fords had.

I was 7 when my Nan died.  It was the glorious summer of 1990.  New Kids on the Block provided the soundtrack, and the brilliance of Bobby Robson’s boys in Turin provided the distraction at what was, understandably, a difficult time.  I’d never grieved before. When my dad tiptoed into my room to say that “Nan had gone to live with Uncle Jesus”, the only thing I could think to say was “Do i have to go to school tomorrow?”  I didn’t want anyone seeing me upset, and it was also a couple of days off too! My Nan had, for the brief time I’d known her, always had a Mini.  “Not quite orange, not quite red” is how I remember it. I don’t think Nan much liked driving - I went in it a few times; particularly remembering how the interior looked like a coat one of my Nan’s friends had.  It also ran on that 4* petrol from the red pump. After Nan’s untimely passing, the car sat for a time before being gifted to my eldest sister, Andrea.  She proceeded to change the steering wheel (which would be the key to me identifying this as ‘our car’) and proceeded to drive it around Felixstowe (mostly on two wheels) for the next few years.  When she got married, they part exchanged two cars against one, and that was that. The trail went cold. It was never MOT’d, never came up on any vehicle searches, and seeing as 27,192 old Minis are stolen every second of every day, I naturally assumed that it had met its maker. (Not literally). Subliminally, I think all of my ‘poor car choices’ have been inspired by the cars of my youth.  Dad, for better or worse, always had a Sierra outside, I’ve had three Volvo 300s (mum had two) and I’ve even had a Mini of my own.  Last year, I came close to buying two, but for one reason or another it never quite happened. What happens next?  Well, I think it’s nothing short of a miracle.  My wife probably begs to differ, and wonders what the hell she may have done in a previous life to deserve this.   In a rural, North Norfolk village, lies a cottage. With a garage. Inside it, for 20 years, someone’s been waiting to return.   To be continued. 

I respectfully disagree.
 
Tim is a twat.

Had to have another root canal today after my tooth decided it wanted to get infected last week.
 
Took an hour and a half due to a nerve being 'at a funny angle' and me officially having "a small mouth"
 
Mrs Shrimp says this is crap as I'm a big gobshite

Had to have another root canal today after my tooth decided it wanted to get infected last week.
 
Took an hour and a half due to a nerve being 'at a funny angle' and me officially having "a small mouth"
 
Mrs Shrimp says this is crap as I'm a big gobshite

There's a J reg 309 parked outside my house.
 
First thing my other half said as we got home 'oh for fuck sake what have you bought now?'
 
It isn't mine!

It's a bit bizarre, when it started I thought US high school , then a saw an A reg cavalier and a coat I owned in the 80s so t I thought UK in the 80s then somebody pulled a smartphone out and I was lost  
Bloody foreigners

Why does the genuine ford oil filter look like it's a no frills item from Kwik save
 

Kethethethe, Chris Waddle.