
I lived in fear of a Darth Vader-esque school dinner lady who stood me perpetually at the naughty table for refusing to eat mushy peas. An ordeal made worse after I was caught spooning the accursed veg into her wellies. Who, we ask, has wrecked your life?
Thanks to Philly G for the suggestion
( , Thu 29 Apr 2010, 12:01)
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makes it all your fault for buying it in the first place. Before we knew better, my wife & I owned four Vauxhalls between us. Every single one conspired in some way to piss us off - bar one.
That was a 1989 Astra SRi that I ran for 18 months and p/xed for only 250 less than I paid for it from a dealer.
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