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At the end of a full day of long, hard alcohol intake I awoke fully clothed in the bedroom at the front of my flat. I had very little immediate recollection of where I had last been boozing and even less of my method of getting home. And then it hit me. Looking out of the window to the street outside I could see that I was now the rather shocked owner of a white Ford Cortina 2.3 V6 Ghia with full bodyskirting (including one of those rear spoilers that looks like something NASA rejected). As the facts began to slowly and rather distressingly become clear to my befuddled head I remembered that I had bought it for 250 quid off some dodgy fella in the pub and driven home in it there and then. Not big. Not clever. And more expensive than a taxi.
(Haymaker, Tue 14 Jun 2005, 16:57, Reply)