I've just spent the day wrestling with the Clutch on my car, job is taking a bit longer than expected due to some rounded bolts and getting supplied with the wrong thrust bearing.
To cut a long story short I've had to walk the 3 miles or so back to my flat through some of the rougher parts of town. I only realised when I had the chance to look in a mirror now as I got home, and have realised that my face is covered in a mixture of gearbox oil, coolant and grime.
The funny looks people were giving me before they averted their eyes and crossed to the other side of the street make so much more sense now.
That will be all. (c:
Douglas