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The constant MOT tester bashing on here is getting tiresome . Most of us drive old bangers so failures happen - deal with it . We should strive to maintain our cars better than the bare minimum the goverment requires anyway .

These guys are doing their job - ie following a test that they didnt make up . They are just there to follow it and do as they are told .

Sure you get dickhead testers , much the same as you get dickhead Tesco checkout staff . But testing is a soul destroying horrible job that I wouldnt do again for all the tea in China .

I enjoy it,all my customers appreciate that you are looking out for their safety , I get tips /bottles of wine /homemade baking and jam and I've made friendships that will last a lifetime
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I know this isn't the place and all that, but it's just been confirmed my wife's sister has incurable cancer. Keeping it off social media for now until we've reached all the family.

 

Billy my thoughts are with you. I found out this morning a friend has a tumour of the spine and it is'nt looking good.
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Parked up in Tesco parent and child bit today next to an 06 a3 on 18 inch wheels . Both front tyres completely bald and gone beyond the cords / showing the steel wire on the inside edges !

Landsail rubbish as well ! If I had seen the driver I would have said something - two child seats in the back too !

Across the road from me there's a woman with an old Zafira, same, tyres down to cords. Carries a load of kids round in it. Fairly sure I'd get told to 'fuck off' if I told her.

 

It'll be the usual story though, can't afford a pair of budgets but can afford to squander a hundred quid on garden furniture in Argos.

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Sorry, but if the people who've bid aren't offering as much as a lump sum straight away, it's fair game as far as I'm concerned. 

 

Other people may not be as skint as I am. Other financial situations and dispositions are available. I see your argument, though. 

 

 

 

Exactly.

 

I won an old E36 2-3 weeks ago.I bid it up to 300 quid, contacted the buyer and offered him 300 quid and would collect it the same day.

 

"It's not really fair on other Ebayers"

 

So 2 days later when I was still the high bidder, I rang him back, did the deal over the phone and picked it up the next morning.

 

If the other bidders wanted it, the opportunity was there. Early bird/worm etc.

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I know this isn't the place and all that, but it's just been confirmed my wife's sister has incurable cancer. Keeping it off social media for now until we've reached all the family. 

 

Shit the bed  :-(

 

Sorry to hear that mate.

 

I had an ultrasound on Weds and was called up by the doctors Thursday at just past 8.00 to 'come in for a chat'. All sorts of shit goes through your mind in these scenarios.

 

It's just a couple of kidney stones thank fuck.

 

Cancer is a bastard. It's taking far too many good people, yet Rupert Murdoch will live to 103.

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Shit the bed  :-(

 

Sorry to hear that mate.

 

I had an ultrasound on Weds and was called up by the doctors Thursday at just past 8.00 to 'come in for a chat'. All sorts of shit goes through your mind in these scenarios.

 

It's just a couple of kidney stones thank fuck.

 

Cancer is a bastard. It's taking far too many good people, yet Rupert Murdoch will live to 103.

 

Had that 'chat' just once in my life so far. 

 

It was after I'd binned the Midget and my left eye had swollen shut; as the car had rolled [i think] the windscreen pillar folded in bringing the glass through my scalp, cheek and chin. The right side of my body was scratched to fuck, I'd lost my glasses and could only see out of one eye.

 

I had a scan and the doctor was very quiet. All I was told was, "We'll send a specialist to talk to you." This was shortly after they'd cut my clothes off and I saw the bruises that my jumper had been covering. I was filthy after the car had slithered down a ditch.  

 

They took me back upstairs and I sat in a room in Hull Royal Infirmary (not a ward, a separate room) and eventually an eye surgeon/specialist came to see me.

He told me that the scans had been inconclusive and that he had to open up my eyelid past the swelling and bruises to see if it my left eye was still in one piece. 

 

He prised it open after warning me it would hurt and I gripped the side of the plastic bed rail so hard I cracked it. 

 

"Yes, it'll be fine. No loss of sight. You're very lucky." 

 

In the interim period sitting in the single room I was convinced I'd crushed my eye and that for the rest of my life I'd be partially blind. 

 

Not one of my finest moments. The only bit of luck I had that day was that I wore a seatbelt, I did lock up and go in backwards, and after its somersault the non functioning horn miraculously reconnected itself. 

That's what caused the bloke coming from the local village to stop: he heard the horn. The car wasn't visible from the road and when I picked the MG up from the dealership, the button didn't peep. 

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Sorry to hear that Billy, cancer is a cunt.

 

School was boring, the teachers didn't give a fuck unless you were a school soccer/rugby/cricket player.

 

Mrs Powell at school had great tits but she shagged a 6th former.

 

The Dart Charge wankers tagged my old purple volvo as it was being towed on a trailer then sent me a fine. Wankers. However, thanks to Craig the P's dad it is all sorted. Dart Charge Tossers.

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