I've been feeling a bit unwell this evening. Either Stig has done something to me, or I've got prostate cancer. *goes to check*
May! Have you filed my olive oil away in one of your crazy systems? I can't find it!

My beloved GT is at the garage again. I'm not sure how I'll make the next week without gently caressing her, stroking the dash board and falling asleep on her bonnet. I miss her!

In other news, I hate Stig for forcing me to do this livejournal thing and he'll feel my wrath soon enough. I wonder if there's any chance of doing a challenge were The Stig has to ride a bike....

 I think my GT might be broken again. It made a strange, crunching sound when I pulled out of the driveway this morning. I'll have to send it to a garage.

That's strange, I could have sworn I heard someone moan "Braaaaaaiiins..."  outside my window.

I've been on the internet, and I found something so horribly I think I may have gone blind. It's a place called Hammond Heaven, and the spelling and Hammond worshiping is so atrocious I suspect 

wossy60 is every member.
The world has gone mad!

 

 I swore to myself never to get mixed up in anything that forces me to spend more time on the computer than I already have to after I was tricked into joining facebook, but one of my collegaues forced me into joining this "livejournal", as he told me there's this very interesting community I have to see. Actually, he planted the suggestion in my brain, the rotten bastard, being a telepathic alien and all. I shall see if they'll accept me, which, to be honest, I think they will, as I'm told most of them has no standards at all...