Off topic, but when did anyone care?
Wednesday morning I've nipped to the shop to get some milk before the builders arrived. Walking back I hear this almighty racket of rumble and clank.. Thundering at me around 30-40 is a Prius on P plates, young girl behind the wheel and the two nearside tyres completely blown out. Smoke and chunks of rubber pouring off them, they're proper f***ed and what's left of them is flapping around the 50p shaped rim.
I go mad, wave at her to stop, she waves back. I run up to the lights, tell her she needs to stop NOW before she crashes - says ok, then buggers off through them on red!!
Anyways - I'm buying that CSL and I'm going to arrive through the pearly gates in it backwards, on its roof, on fire.
