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Twas Fri, 16 Apr 2004 22:57:30 +0100 when Mother put finger to keyboard producing:

How may 101's are on your books there?

-- Regards. Mark.(AKA, Mr.Nice.) ___________________________________________________________ "To know the character of a man, give him anonymity" - Mr.Nice.

mrniceATmrnice.me.uk 110 CSW 2.5(na)D___________________________________________________________

Wait 'til she drives it - that'll be the crunch.

She'll either love it to ickle bits or walk away with bags in tow :-) Charlotte liked it so much (something to do with power and other drivers pulling out of her way) that we now fight over it and I had to have a power steering conversion to prevent her from becoming the shape of a Russian weightlifter...

All of them :-)

Well... that's to say we have a list of every 101 that came out of Solihull...

The club has around 650 members, some own a 101, some don't. Some of us own more than one... We reckon we know of the whereabouts or fate of at least half of the 2,667 manufactured.

in article c5pe5n$pht$ snipped-for-privacy@news7.svr.pol.co.uk, Ian Symonds at snipped-for-privacy@x-men.freeserve.co.uk wrote on 16/4/04 9:02 pm:

I don't think our eldest will ever be a great Land Rover fan, especially of the older ones. She was absolutely horrified when I went to pick her up from a friends birthday party in the Lightweight. At the time the Discovery had no tax as the insurance document hadn't arrived. The Range Rover was at the garage having something done to the carb and the Series 3 was round the back of the house with a broken half shaft. When she saw it outside she made the quickest exit from her friends house in history in, an effort to get away before anyone she knew saw her in it. She said afterwards that she would rather have walked the two miles home in the snow.

Obviously an image problem.

Pink, perhaps, with flowers?

Twas Sat, 17 Apr 2004 16:15:51 +0100 (BST) when snipped-for-privacy@zhochaka.demon.co.uk ("David G. Bell") put finger to keyboard producing:

Pink. hmmmm

-- Regards. Mark.(AKA, Mr.Nice.) ___________________________________________________________ "To know the character of a man, give him anonymity" - Mr.Nice.

mrniceATmrnice.me.uk 110 CSW 2.5(na)D___________________________________________________________

The SAS series (IIA's weren't they?) landrovers used 'pink' panthers didn't they? That would be cool!

This is another thread which i'm not getting involved in. And keep your mouth shut Martyn

Alex

I agree with you actually Alex...

Flowers? - warra crap idea... :-)

in article snipped-for-privacy@zhochaka.demon.co.uk, "David G. Bell" at snipped-for-privacy@zhochaka.demon.co.uk wrote on 17/4/04 4:15 pm:

Pink!!! NEVER...green is the colour for Bruce's favourite vehicle. I don't think it would matter what colour it was to be honest. The lads in her class that also went to this birthday party thought it was pretty cool though.

On or around Sat, 17 Apr 2004 23:25:51 +0100, Nikki Cluley enlightened us thusly:

heh. be prepared for a change of heart when she gets around to wanting to attract such...

'course, a Pink Panther with all the gear and the machine guns on it would be cooler still...

Berlin Brigade camouflage might be more appropriate, though it will not make any difference to the speed cameras.

When boys start showing an interest in Charlotte I'll be sure to have an SA80 mount fitted to each of my vehicles. Just to keep them on their toes, and their hands out of mischief! I'm reallly looking forward to interviewing her first boyfriend...

Good grief, you mean you haven't started drafting the application form yet? C'mon man, you've only got 13 odd years to perfect it...

On or around Sun, 18 Apr 2004 13:27:16 +0100, Tim Hobbs enlightened us thusly:

not fair...

...but fun, no doubt.

perhaps a copy of this given to the boyfriend might work sorry it's so long

"10 Simple Rules for dating my daughter

• Rule One: If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're sure not picking anything up.

• Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

• Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open-minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

• Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilising a "barrier method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

• Rule Five: In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."

• Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

• Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

• Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: - Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. - Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight. - Places where there is darkness.

- Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness.

- Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat. - Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folk's homes are better.

• Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle-aged, dim-witted has-been, but on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

• Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine."

Andy

Twas Mon, 19 Apr 2004 05:39:17 +0100 when "Andy.Smalley" put finger to keyboard producing:

On or around Mon, 19 Apr 2004 08:03:52 +0100, Mr.Nice. enlightened us thusly:

just in time, then...

On or around Mon, 19 Apr 2004 05:39:17 +0100, "Andy.Smalley" enlightened us thusly:

like it.

forwarded to a friend who has a 14-yo daughter...:-)