Top Gear by Shemyaza 
My First car was a banged up white Austin Metro which I had for 1 day before I found it had a ready to disintegrate drive shaft. (It wasn't the Burberry one!!) 1996-1996
My Second car, an Austin Montego was my bitterest car. 2 blown engines, one caused by the mechanic screwing up a block re-build and a tent for a roof cover which just created that Saharan Tent feel. The smell of melted Utterly Butterly (Wendy had left a tub of it on the back seat with our munchies and bread on a visit to Stonehenge in the late 90's and the aroma never left the car to its scrapping lol.) That car was a barstard and cost me an absolute fortune. 1996-1998
My Third Car, a VW Polo. Bought from new has been an amazing car. It's been to many many cities in Europe and has been a near perfect car reliability-wise for the 9 and a quarter years I've owned it.It's been great and I have many pictures reflecting memories of journeys, places and events over the years. From Scotland (Brae Electric Hill) to Lund in Sweden (Parked outside a railway carriage youth hostel) to Lake Luzern in Switzerland where I drove the most beautiful roads in Europe by far to the German Autobahns pushing it to 129mph and still being blown away by the Headlight flashing Supercars in the fast lane. A pleasure to have owned. Now soon to be looked after, fed, cleaned and cared for by the wonderful Cerephinna.
My Fourth Car.
Its the General Motors Tigra CC.
A few have asked for pictures so these will be the only ones I display so no accusing me of being a Chav, I'd need Cyanide if I became a Chavmeister!! I am a Chuffmeister and will maintain a purely anti-chav stance to the bitter end grrrrrr.
I shall talk about this amazing book later-on. An amazing gift and one I want to talk about this week as I am currently bit by bit translating it from French to English. Its much more intriguing then I could've expected. Similar Catacombs exist in Turin, Milan and Rome but by far and away Paris' Catacombs really fascinate me horrendously.
Thankyou for reading
Shemyaza
My First car was a banged up white Austin Metro which I had for 1 day before I found it had a ready to disintegrate drive shaft. (It wasn't the Burberry one!!) 1996-1996
My Second car, an Austin Montego was my bitterest car. 2 blown engines, one caused by the mechanic screwing up a block re-build and a tent for a roof cover which just created that Saharan Tent feel. The smell of melted Utterly Butterly (Wendy had left a tub of it on the back seat with our munchies and bread on a visit to Stonehenge in the late 90's and the aroma never left the car to its scrapping lol.) That car was a barstard and cost me an absolute fortune. 1996-1998
My Third Car, a VW Polo. Bought from new has been an amazing car. It's been to many many cities in Europe and has been a near perfect car reliability-wise for the 9 and a quarter years I've owned it.It's been great and I have many pictures reflecting memories of journeys, places and events over the years. From Scotland (Brae Electric Hill) to Lund in Sweden (Parked outside a railway carriage youth hostel) to Lake Luzern in Switzerland where I drove the most beautiful roads in Europe by far to the German Autobahns pushing it to 129mph and still being blown away by the Headlight flashing Supercars in the fast lane. A pleasure to have owned. Now soon to be looked after, fed, cleaned and cared for by the wonderful Cerephinna.
My Fourth Car.
Its the General Motors Tigra CC.
A few have asked for pictures so these will be the only ones I display so no accusing me of being a Chav, I'd need Cyanide if I became a Chavmeister!! I am a Chuffmeister and will maintain a purely anti-chav stance to the bitter end grrrrrr.
I shall talk about this amazing book later-on. An amazing gift and one I want to talk about this week as I am currently bit by bit translating it from French to English. Its much more intriguing then I could've expected. Similar Catacombs exist in Turin, Milan and Rome but by far and away Paris' Catacombs really fascinate me horrendously.
Thankyou for reading
Shemyaza
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Chomper (Chrissy) really glad to see you back. I want to make sure to add that in no way should anyone on my friend's list dare feel the urge to leave SG for any reason. They have to explain themselves to me first, or face a trip to Marylebone Station and if they pass go, only then do they get 200!!! I hate Bank station, bloody escalator renovations. They can renovate my ARSE!!!
I am rubbish at languages, Alta Vista, type in Babel fish and low'n behold, you have a translation device yay!!!
I'm supposed to know Spanish and Italian by now, but do I fuck!!!
The Rings of Kether begins tommorrow don't touch that dial amigos
It's safe to say it did not drive me to more lager.
I drink ale as a rule.