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Petrolhead. Coffee guy. Enjoy beer which will be evident from my content. Will post pics of cars & dogs (especially Mollie the Collie) #WeirdCarTwitter #CarTwitter
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It’s been so sunny and warm recently. The want for a cheap old Boxster is back, and stronger than ever.

I loved how the Z3 looked, wasn’t so enamoured about how it drove compared to my NA MX5, even in Dad’s 2.2 form. But this is a 2.8 in Mint Green which is *the best* colour for these… or is it?

Just spotted Nigel Farage. Just finished a short speech but didn’t take a photo of that, some of you may be eating.

"This I've never seen"

WHY WON’T YOU JUST BLOODY START??? (Yes I’m aware that a lead is off in this pic, I was in the middle of cleaning up the plugs)

My shoulders hurt.

More French car content. Le 4-Team van. Petit le fool.

I don’t know if Jennychem caravan cleaner is safe to use on cars, but we’re finding out. Well, it’s fookin massive and white, there’s very little difference (mark your calendars, bi-annual truck wash in progress)

Skeet of the day.

To the cartoonist who drew this, well done.

Time to cool off in the river

#scorchio

Me and dog are feeling warm

I don't order a lot on Amazon, but when I have to I have one very simple rule I use: If the brand name looks like someone's first set of tiles in a game of Scrabble, I will not purchase that item.

Not quite sure how this is happening but it’s very gently spitting with rain… but there’s not a single cloud in the sky anywhere. Couple of planes have passed. Can contrails precipitate out of very dry air?

The weekend has started early.

Even though I’ve never been I just feel awful about the Bicester fire. An unspeakable tragedy. My thoughts are with the families, friends and colleagues of those who have lost their lives.

I’m only going to get away with this because the Mrs isn’t on BS. Happy Thursday everyone.

Met the Mrs 25 years ago today so, despite it being a school night, it only seemed right to drown our sorrows.