It's 3:22pm (for once) and I've decided to post this blog like a Top Gear review/fact file format, so here goes...

DAY: Wednesday Sept 1st
OUR CHOICE: Sunday mornings.
OUR BREAKFAST CHOICE: Macker's Big Breakfast
MUSIC PLAYING: Ken Stage SF2 live band


To the unassuming eyes of those filthy rich and their posh activity-filled days, life is paved with gold the moment they awaken to the sight of their Ferraris and Porsches and the ocassional BMW parked in their front lawn. To others however, it is yet another empty ,blank piece of paper waiting to be written. Well obviously the filthy rich do have the power to begin their day with an empty piece of paper like the rest of us but what makes them different is that we are unable to begin ours with the whole gold paved Mercedes SL55 treatment. Cows I say. It's me again dreaming about the bits of good fun to be had in the rather crazy Evo VIII and the suicidal Civic Type-R. I've come to a realisation that while I live and breathe automobile (especially in the modification department) that sometimes all it takes is 280 BHP and 4wd to keep me happy.