The Car-yard

    Look, I'm by no means a grease-monkey-motor-head but I know what I like. These machines below are simply lovely. Urrghh... dribble... Glorious, breath-taking... describe them how you will. They be good. Muchly. Enjoy... or don't. I mean, nothing personal. This is of course a non-directive web page which is something I just made up - if you don't like it maybe you could go for a Barkleys. Frankly, I don't care. Really. Off you go. See if I care. Stupid git...

    This is some old-skool red thing like the one james bond drove in one of his movies... the one that had the rocket launcher throught the sun-roof, remember? Shot up and nailed the helicopter that was chasing him... ...Oh, forget it.

Rather nice little shopping trolly shaped like a Porche.

Mean lookin' red thing bearing its teeth through the mist, rrrr...

What? Can't see the mist? Well, I thought it was mist. Probably isn't you know but if you can sort of pretend that that stuff is kinda misty like then it sorta looks like mist, yeah?

Snakemobile, lovely.

And now for something completely different...

...a man with three... er... with three, um... ahh... with three - well, er... rumps? Stupid git.

Like Big cars? Like really, largish cars... like huge luxury cars, perhaps? I do, It's all part of growing up and being British. Er... sorry about that. It doesn't have anything to do with being British, nor am I British. Unless you like trace right back through the ancestry... urgh, bollocks to that...