
I can't believe it but as I just left my mate's house, I walked across his garden (say garden, it's just a pile of pebbles) and, unbeknowing to myself and, indeed my favourite shoes, stepped in a pile of cat shit.
I jumped into my trusty Sierra, did a three point turn at the end of his road and thought 'strange smell coming through the ventilation'. Just as I was about to boik, I stopped and noticed the smell was coming from the footwell.
Ladies and gentlemen, my car was covered in the stuff. Thankfully, I had an emergency can of Lynx to aide the open windows. I've done whatever I can in the dark to remedy the situation but I'm not looking forward to the morning to complete the clean-up operation.
This just finishes off a catestrophically shite week for me.
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Sat 22 Nov 2003, 0:44,
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I jumped into my trusty Sierra, did a three point turn at the end of his road and thought 'strange smell coming through the ventilation'. Just as I was about to boik, I stopped and noticed the smell was coming from the footwell.
Ladies and gentlemen, my car was covered in the stuff. Thankfully, I had an emergency can of Lynx to aide the open windows. I've done whatever I can in the dark to remedy the situation but I'm not looking forward to the morning to complete the clean-up operation.
This just finishes off a catestrophically shite week for me.

Not my beloved Sierra.
Sure another can of Lynx'll do the trick.
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Sat 22 Nov 2003, 0:49,
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Sure another can of Lynx'll do the trick.