SECOND VERSE, LAME AS THE FIRST:
Owing to the success of my last Mk3 operation, I was compelled to give my languishing estate car a nudge and see if I could wake it.
It’s shameful to admit that this is how it has spent the last 3 years, didn’t time used to fly.
I’m not surprised to report that a slack handful of jerry can sloshes, administered straight to the throat, and the battery from the GXL was all it took to coax it into action.
The depth of welding it requires has stabilised reassuringly but alas, hasn’t receded to quite the extent I had hoped.
That’s enough reality, here’s a misleadingly optimistic angle:
(**BACKGROUND BONUS** Mrs C’s, ex 95quidpeugeot Celica)
As reward/punishment for anybody that made it through this post, here’s more. You pervert.