My best mate, Simon.
At the end of 2003 I split up with my long-term girlfriend. We'd been living together for 8 years so as you can imagine there was loads of crap to sort out.

One such thing was the car. Since I'd been commuting to London by train, I'd sold mine, and we'd traded hers in to get a smart car, which she'd always wanted.

When we split up I moved to London and for the dual reasons of me 1. Not needing it for work and 2. Not wanting to be the owner of a smart car, she kept the car and I got some furniture.

That's all good but it left me without a car and, apart from work, I could really have done with some way of getting to see friends and family outside London.

So what did Simon (of the subject line) do?

He gave me a car. He just happened to have a spare car which he'd bought to do up but never got round to. It was a bit tatty and it needed a certain technique to start it, but it was a car and it got me around with far more convenience than walking or getting trains.

So, that's just my really long winded way of saying "my mate gave me a car". It still blows my mind that he did that for me: he'd bought it and regardless of the fact that he wasn't using it he wouldn't take any money from me for it.
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Mon 6 Oct 2008, 11:55, 2 replies)

Fucking Hell
nice one Simon!
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 6 Oct 2008, 16:06, closed)

*Needs a certain technique to get started...
sounds like sex with my ex

Good old Simon :-)
( Rotating Wobbly Hat That's not a banana. THIS is a banana., Mon 6 Oct 2008, 20:58, closed)