Never buy from your Auntie

She was a lovely lady beneath the grump. Smoked like a chimney and as if she had to suck the thing to death. There I was without a car back in the early Rooster years. My partner (business rather than pleasure, but a pleasure doing business with him) and I were doing okay and managing our fledgling business quite well. Our only sleepless nights were when we were working due to the demands of the advertising businesses we served. It was the time of the three-day week in the 1970s when the lights went out, for Graham and me, the lights … Continue reading Never buy from your Auntie

“Drove like a bar of soap”

I suppose if one is used to driving a Porsche anything else might be a tad ordinaries, as the French would have it. I have a theory about holidays, they are there so that you can tell everyone chez vous , what a dreadful time you have had. Not disastrous but not great all the time which is what they are meant to be. So dreadful might be a little strong. “Eventful” sounds like you spent it going to non stop fairs and knees ups. Let’s give up on its description for a while. I used to be first rate … Continue reading “Drove like a bar of soap”

“If I were you I would n’t start from here”

So goes the alleged first line of directions to a driver in Ireland. Now I’ve been to Ireland and the only time I got directions was from a taxi driver in Dublin when trying to find my way to a particular street where awaited a bed and breakfast for myself and family. As I got back into the car my other half asked me what he’d suggested. “I have absolutely no idea what he said to me his accent was so thick, but he did smile a lot giving the impression that the place would be hard to find” As … Continue reading “If I were you I would n’t start from here”