'What's that red light, and where's that smoke coming from?'

A 'catnap' that actually lasted from 2pm til about half 5, followed by a very early night sorted me out in the end. We had to get up early, too, to sign the petit vroom off to get scrapped. *sniff*

So it's Good Night and Good Luck to my first car, my temperamental little turquoise Cinquecento, bought on a whim when I discovered I had a grand floating about in my bank account back in 02. She did me proud, too, driving to North Wales and back like a charm, and up to Manchester in a pissing gale in the middle of the night, trying to follow a dickwad in a flash car who couldn't understand why I was struggling to do 90 mph. She must know the M25 and M4 like the back of her head, too. It's quite sad, actually, until I remeber all the times she quit on me.

Still. Now we can get a new one.

Oh, is anybody else more than a little concerned about this, too? http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/uk_politics/4773852.stm

Now, usually when somebody claims that they killed a load of people because God told them to do it, we send them to The Funny Farm, not give them The Big Red Button.

Troubled times. Troubled Times.