So then, I bought this twenty year old Renault 5 GT Turbo which appears to be very nice. I don't mean nice like ice cream or a decent bottle of wine, I mean nice like having someone point a gun at you and pull the trigger, only for you to realise that the assailant has run out of ammo, who then keels over from a heart attack, and thus you're not dead after all. It's a scary kind of nice, whereby if you're still alive at the end of a little drive out in the country, you decide that maybe God might have something going for him after all.

NEWS TO DATE -

1) Bought car, after it checked out just fine against this excellent list of stuff that goes wrong with them. Only I would be stupid enough to buy a car whereby even a diehard fan of it cheerfully acknowledges that they regularly blow up and cost millions of pounds to fix.

2) Car needs some body and interior work doing on it to bring it right up to scratch.

3) However, I'll get it given a full service and (hopefully) a clean bill of health before committing large wedges of cash to getting it fixed up.

4) NEWS ENDS.

NEXT BLOG -

Car gets given full service, house is remortgaged.