A mate of mine is looking to sell his ex taxi Skoda Octavia 1.9 SDI - the
68bhp one. He has given it what Quentin Willson used to call "cloth of gold maintenance". No expense spared. Would have to be the slowest car ever, and I have an almost overwhelming urge to buy it. Poverty spec and all. He has offered me first shout at auction pricing.
Even worse again. I think I've just bought a Midas at some time in the last hour. It was one of those conversations that just sort of tails off with an air of inevitability about it. I know I'll buy it, he knows I'll buy it - we just haven't said as much yet. We just have to agree a price - how very vulgar.
So. Golf Ragtop, Ibiza, 0.5 of a Saab 9000, Sylva, Midas, Skoda. WTF is happening here. It's almost outwith my control.