My car broke down today, on Shoot
Up Hill in Kilburn, a place absolutely heaving with elderly men walking
angry dogs who are delighted to find a girl in a mini skirt and woolly
tights bent over a smoking engine with her bum in the air. It gave them
an opportunity to polish their sharpest chat up lines.
“Broken down have you, love?”
“Need a hand, love?”
“Must
be the fan belt, love. Tell you what, you take a stocking off and I’ll
fix it for you, go on, I won’t look.” This last one from a man with
approximately half the teeth God gave him, a ratty little Jack Russell
and a sticking plaster holding his spectacles together.
Finally
the AA man arrived and explained, “Must be the fan belt, love. Tell you
what, you take a stocking off and I’ll fix it for you, go on, I won’t
look.”
No, he didn’t, but he might as well have done for all I
actually understand about cars. He drove me home and towed my car off
to be – oh, I don’t know, chucked off Beachy Head or whatever it is
they do with knackered cars these days. Recycle them into hard-as-nails
Scottish local councillors perhaps.
So I’m a pedestrian again. I
really do need a new car because it’s costing more to run and repair
that old Mini than it would if I just bit the bullet and bought
something sensible like a 2 year old Golf. But I loved the Mini, it was
my first car, it’s held together with willpower and string and it’s
four different shades of green. I’ve had 2 accidents and 3 men in that
Mini and once, when I got lost in the Lake District, I had to pull over
and sleep in it wrapped in a travelling rug and waking in a thick mist
with an interested sheep looking in the window at me.
On the
phone I tell D about it and find my voice wobbling. D is sad too. “I’ve
still got a dent on my shin from the handbrake that time in Wales.”
“I warned you, didn’t I? I said it was only designed for blow jobs, not penetration, but oh no, Mr ‘I know better’ had to try.”
“And succeeded, if I remember.”
“Yes, you can still see my footprints on the inside of the roof if you look carefully.”

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