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Wednesday night I drove over to a friends house, armed with a load of coloured paper, a pair of scissors and some glue. As she is a primary school teacher and I am an art student, between us we do a lot of cutting and pasting, so thought wed combine forces over a frosty beverage. However, what with both of us having the attention span of squirrels, the cutnpaste evening soon degenerated into a glue fight which ended only when one of her cats started doing laps of the house, terrified, with three feet of ribbon stuck to its ear.

So, at approximately one in the morning I bid the friend goodnight and sashayed back out to my carwhich wouldnt start.

I could open the car, get into the car, turn on the radio and fire the ignition, but ultimately all this produced was a great deal of creative cursing on the part of yours truly. Apparently the immobiliser refuses to be turned off. Great. After two mechanics and a great deal of phoning around it turns out that said immobiliser can only be fiddled with via a registered dealer, who will charge me untold millions to repair it. Even more great. And just to rub it in, all the immobiliser parts have to be ordered from France, and will take two weeks to arrive just because theyre FRENCH!

BAH!

In response to all this I went for a four mile run, leapt into a scaldingly hot shower, and have decided to go out into Manchester this evening. By train.

Fun Felidae Fact: I despise public transport, and all who sail upon her.