clutch control
25 March, 2008 by blue soup
The reason you haven’t heard from me in a while (although it is naturally up for debate whether you even care) is because the heap of junk that I laughingly call my VTS decided to die on me over the weekend. A new clutch was in order. Luckily for me, I was stranded in the Middle of Nowhere and the knight in oily overalls that came to my rescue was… well, of course.
Full batch of our lovable 21 year old in action on Facebook and Flickr.
That was very kind of him.
Facebook AND flickr? I think you should allow him to your work so he can photograph you as you go about your business. Tit for tat. (Although he would have to be artistic like yourself and try and get photos from, say, the draws point of view)
Ah, where was that fella when I was up in Newcastle last year and my car decided to falter?
Glad you got fixed up!
Cor.
PS : Still no password.
Cara - it was indeed. Good job he was driving at the time too!! Paid him for his work of course - in money!!! And more than he asked too. Don’t like to take the piss.
Robbie -
Unfortunately, office work isn’t half as interesting as watching grimey men lift heavy bits of car and get covered in oil…
LL - yea
Oh, I tried emailing you AGAIN!
Who needs the AA?
Bluesoup, good one! I am just the same. If I eat some of my friends food (with their permission) cus it’s very late at night and all the shops are closed, then usually the very next day I go out and replace it for them and they get to keep the whole lot. For example, I ate two packets of cheap crisps, I replace it with 6 pack of Walkers (the creme of the crop
), I ate two yoghurts, I replace it with a six pack.
Now people are just begging me to eat their foods! lol.
But seriously, nice one of you to pay him more than the work he did. I bet he was well pleased with himself afterwards.
O when boys do things like that it is just unfair, makes me want to just shag them right then and there