Lots of wind this weekend, mark my words. My true and faithful vehicle, has done a great and noble deed for all of you. Yes ANOTHER sacrifice to Huey.

I was at the petrol bowser filling up the van – chugalug chugalug, when BANG! , there was a loud report followed by a cloud of steam and a flood of water gushed out from under.
An interested helpful crowd gathered to tell me what the trouble was. “Your radiator dropped its guts mate”, and here I was thinking the poor old van was frightened by that loud noise and peed itself. But no, “Your radiator crapped itself mate. Sounds like a hose”. At least it was entertaining.

So I pushed it out of the way and poured some more water into it in the vain hope that it had recovered its composure but no. The water just kept pouring out of the deep inner mystery of the engine so I concluded it was in need of repair and left it with the garage and proceeded to walk home. At least my phone wasn’t flat. Thank God for small mercies.

That old bugger is taking on a personality so I’m going to have to give him a name. Lets see … old, decrepit, dirty, unreliable, try hard – what else could I call it but Dave.

Ah Kombies. At least they have the saving grace of character. Expensive or not at least you feel you are doing the world a favour by having one of those repaired.

Character is not one of Dave's virtues. Hes not a character hes a pain in the bum.

Sorry to relate the c**ts been fixed. So you can now watch those little arrows settle on the bottom of the graph like passengers from the Titanic. But I'm not home yet and I know the oil is low.