Anyone around Bourne End/Tring?

the one near High Wycombe. Or it might sitting in Tring.

Or perhaps someone has had dealings with Worthington & Son and can pass
comment.

Much appreciate anyone looking a vehicle over for general condition and
wear/tear before I rush down with a bucket of £20's.

It appears LPG Outlanders are De-Rigueur and all fine gentlemen should own
one. Well, if you want a tow car or to mount a motorcycle rack that is.

Yes yes I know it's another vehicle but the MR2 is promised and the Saab
Aero Cab will be on it's way v.soon

The Saab is going to hurt a little (lot). 18 months ago it was £12.5k. Now
it's £8k with 18 months platinum warranty remaining. 25% per annum. Jeez I'd
forgotten how much non 911 depreciation was. It's a fucking good deal for
someone, but one can't buck the market.

 

Can do it on Wednesday if needed.

 

Cheers P but it seems someone has already done it. By heck even for UKRM
that's a fast service.

 

No probs.

 

Very kind to offer though. Thanks. Where do you live now anyhoo?

 

Still in Watford.

 

could you be any more gay?

 

Have you seen my MR2? although I sold it just 20 minutes ago.

In my defence I went to a militaristic boys only school so WTF do you
expect.

 

that's only mildly helping. The fact that you sold it, I mean.

me too, though I never played on a proper rugby team[1], or joined the
CCF.

[1] I was on the volleyball team though - how cool is that?

 

1st 11 and ATC

Now I would go for Beach Volleyball. Obviously.
www.metro.co.uk/sport/oddballs/847581-beach-volleyball-team-complains-bikini-girls-put-them-off

 

While I can say MTAAAW until I entered 'teens, mine (13 onwards) was a
co-ed state school where I joined the cross-country team to evade
rugger, but thoroughly enjoyed the CCF no end. (And nearly took part in
a headline-grabbing disaster - well, I too part, but the disaster was
averted by luck and/or expert piloting...)

Must be - leaves *me* cold.

 

a standard move. Although at the school I attended you could also opt
for "swimming" and get felt up by convicted child molester Lindsay
Brown[1].

[1] there are more than one dodgy Lindsay Brown teachers - this was
the one at BGS.

gaylord.

 

Our PE teacher was Ron Pickering.

An amaalgam of my being heavier than water
and
swimming
like
a
brick
and the swimming pool being open-air and infested with icebergs, it
being too cold for crocodiles, deterred me from going anywhere near the
pool unless an arm was twisted. A move not unknown to the Blessed Ron.

I finally learnt to swim aged 16

Did you know an art teacher and mountaineer) called David Price? He was
teaching at BGS sometime before 1967, when he was one of my art tutors
at training college.

<flounce>

 

I was /born/ in 1967.

 

Youngster!

(I was born in 1940...)

 

shouldn't you be dead then?

 

I *should* have been dead in 1966 when I piled-up myself - the Vin got
off lightly...

Earlier near misses inluded a doodle-bug in 1944 and a force-8 under the
wingtop of an Avro Anson around 1956.

You don't get rid of me *that* easily.

 

I blame Stalin.

He didn't go nearly far enough on this sort of thing.

 

Uncle Joe?

I always wanted to set fire to his moustache, but Nanny said he wouldn't
find it very funny, so I told him I liked tractors, instead.

 

not his real name, but we'll let him away with it.

in "The" Ukraine?