Steven, Don't tell Mike or I'll be getting suspicious Yorkshire puddings in the mail. When life gets back to normal I'll have to work out the best way to put all my 203 road tests online. Mike, if your're listening, I don't have the Motor Road Test of the 203 or the Autocar report from October 1947 so pop down to the second hand book shop and pick us up a copy.
Oh, no problem....
Would you like me to pop to the shop right away, or do I have time to tie my laces first? I'm a double-knot man so it'll take a little time. We're a careful bunch where I live, which means we all double-knot our laces. Good test of a chap's character, we reckon. If he takes less than five minutes to put his boots on then he's not from
CUMBRIA* . (The county formerly known as
CUMBERLAND ). Where men are men and the majority of the women are glad of it.
*Wonderful thing, google.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CumbriaSo you people can put as many pre-loved Saturn boosters as you like under the bonnets of your worm drives and aim them at the county of the great unwashed. I may hear them as they whistle overhead, but I won't need to duck. I'll be tying my laces.
Yorkshire! Bloody Yorkshire!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/YorkshireAnyway, back to Cumbria, the land where baths are taken annually. Every February 31st without fail, never missed one yet.
If you care to home in on yours truly, take a peek at google maps and type in
ca4 0rp loc: Wreay, Carlisle, Cumbria CA4, UK
You'll see I live outside the village, on the hill. I'll be the guy bent over, tying his laces. Or I might be scratching my arse, dependant on time of day / mood.
Mike.
