quote:Originally posted by Ringo: Well the guy I sold it to can tell a similar story, he used to have a Vauxhall VX220 sports car that he used for trackdays and stuff. He's realised that my little Roadster can't fill the void left by his car, and I've realised I don't feel like I will be happy again until I've got this car. It's up for sale. I could buy it back.
i think he has the right idea with the vx220 tbh – they are pure filth, and you can get the 2.2's for about £8k these days. creamy.
besides, having come from a vx, i doubt he will have treated your roadster with much respect. he's probably been using it as his dirty little track slag, so even if you do decide to get a roadster again, you're probably better off with a different one.
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Yeah I know what you mean. Besides, they can always make another baby, right? I mean, it's not like they'll have become that attached to it if I nab it when it's newborn.
Where is this black market though? Isn't it Wednesdays at the Wolverton Agora, running alongside the Fire and Ice sale?
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Why not just steal the car? You know where it lives, you could get it resprayed in about five seconds if you know the location of the nearest spray shop. I've done this sort of thing loads of times and it's really quite simple once you get the hang of it.
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quote:Originally posted by Jimmy Big Nuts: kind of halted at the moment, but I did see Mikey and Grace from Big Brother while we were waiting in IKEA to try and get some wood replaced. At the flar, there are boxes everywhere. Not just moving boxes but also flat pack furniture boxes as well. I'm probably going to have a crack at a Billy bookshelf tonight. I bet there's plenty of people here who also have Billy bookshelves.
Really though, I've quantam leaped into another life. At work I recently got both a bonus and a pay rise, and today I received a pack of business cards. So between that kind of thing and then spending my nights drinking britta filtered water and putting clothes into a washer dryer, it's like I've shed my skin. Somewhere in Finsbury park, there must an eyeless, mouthless husk. A crinkled translucent shell of the body that I discarded when I signed the mortgage. Hopefully, the floppy ribbons that were once my fingers are wrapped around a bottle of Nigerian Guiness Export.
Do you think it had anything to do with my pants advice? When you trace back to the point where things started to turn around for you was it when you replaced your pants drawer with a matching set of fresh black trunks?
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