Apr. 30th, 2007 04:06 pm
puddingcat: (Default)
Oh, my...

O in the office is busily persuading me to enter the Cannonball Run this year.

It's £2500 plus car & petrol, but including parties, entertainment, food, drink, a track day & entry into a prize draw to win a £100k supercar...

I haven't put the inheritance money in Sensible Places yet.

Oh my.
puddingcat: (Postcard perfect)
[livejournal.com profile] munchkinott was evil and asked for my top ten "Doses of Car Porn (Make n' Model plz!)". I hope she loses contro of all bodily functions from the following. Read more... )
puddingcat: (Cars in my ears)
I want a Caterham Seven. And I want to build it myself. I mean, really. Not only do you get the fun of a life-sized Meccano kit, you also save £2,500.

Shame it wasn't Blokes vs Other Halves, even if there can never be too much Stig. Mrs. Jeremy rocks. And Mrs. Jeremy might have meant less "why doesn't Hamster smack both of them round the head with a spanner & get on with it himself" annoyance. Honestly; it was worse than trying to get me, Dad & Pop to do anything as a team.

Failing a Seven, I'll settle for a Gallardo. Oh, yes please. But give me an S-Max and I'll part-ex it within the week.
puddingcat: (Postcard perfect)
Noble M400, and a
Morgan 4/4, and a
DB7 Vantage Volante, and a
Ferrari 575M.

All in half an hour. Phwoar.
puddingcat: (Not so epic)
Today was a Good Day, on balance.

Bad points - Far Too Many Calories* at lunch to celebrate one of our trainee's forthcoming nuptials.

Good Points - Being on HOLIDAY for a week, figuring out my "I can keep this up for half an hour, probably longer" running / walking mix, 2 DB9s and a Chimaera, and I'm marginally happier with this icon than the previous ones.


*I reckon Abuse of Capital Letters is good for me. They take extra keystrokes, so will burn more calories & exercise my fingers more, as well as improving co-ordination.
puddingcat: (Flaming Bentley)
1. An LJ comment from [livejournal.com profile] dr_wez, long enough after the post tht I'd entirely forgotten what I'd been talking about. Context is for wimps:

Mmmmm, viscous.


2. OMG ROLLS ROYCE BENTLEY MARK 4 in Manchester last night! [livejournal.com profile] norfolkian caught me while I was still all fangirly & excitable about it, but I have to say, it hasn't faded much overnight. It was in perfect condition, sounded smooth & purry & treacly & velvetier than anything else passiing me on the way to the bus stop, and the 4 lads in it were quite happy for me to stare at it with a silly grin when they stopped at a red light. You can keep your F430s and 1980s silver 911 Carreras (and I never thought I'd say that) - I Love That Car.

3. Never have I been so glad to have got round to dealing with paperwork whwn I was supposed to, instead of when I get nasty letters from debt collectors. This morning's post contained a letter from Cheshire Constabulary saying that my old Astra had been involved in an accident, and they're trying to trace the owner. That's less than a month after I sold it, and only the day after the DVLA acknowledged my "no longer the registered owner" whatnot. Phew.

ETA: 4. And I ran (well, jogged*) for a whole 10 minutes last night, and didn't collapse at the end of it.

* well, shambled.
puddingcat: (Postcard perfect)
Mmmmmm, carspotting :) It's one benefit of working in the city centre, down the road from a Ferrari garage.

Today's score (and it's so nice being able to write off Bentley Continentals & 911s as commonplace) was one F430 (black) and one Trevor Chimaera (cherry red).

Mmmmmm, carporn :)
puddingcat: (Default)
I had forgotten how bad the traffic on the M6 can get on a Friday evening; it took 4 hours to get home. Still, I've found out (a) how to open my boot, (b) the 323 has the same gearing ratio as the Astra, and (c) the M6 Toll rocks.

Lillian's 80th was pretty quiet, but then she is the youngest of the grandparent / great aunt generation, so an energetic knees up was always going to be unlikely. I seem to have trained everyone not to ask why I don't have a Nice Young Man (or indeed, any other variety) as the usual flood of personal questions were absent. Chrsitopher (cousin no. 2, last measured at 6'3" before he got too tall for anyone else to reach that far) wasn't there, as he's just got into Southampton Uni's Second Eight and had rowing practice. Still, I have a picture of me standing next to Julia (cousin no. 1) and looking decidedly hobbit-like.

It's the first time I've driven the 323 further than the shops & back. It's - ok. Nothing special. It's more sensitive than the Astra, but that isn't surprising (being 8 years younger). It has better fuel economy and better visibility. It's still just a 5 door hatchback. The happiest it made me was seeing John's 5-series parked next to it and realising that (for the first, and probably the last, time) I have a newer car than him :)

I hadn't realised how relatively common Mazdas are up here. South of Stafford, I didn't see a single RX-8, and they're a 2-3 a day occurrence here. Mind you; house prices probably affect things quite a bit - I can usually rely on seeing a couple of 911 Carreras, a handful of Boxsters and a Bentley Continental in the average weekday, and (even at the London end of the M4 corridor) the Nice Car Count was one Noble & one Vantage, all weekend.

Dad & I went over the engine Sunday morning & I'm feeling reassured. However much I learn about cars, I'm always worried that I'll miss something I haven't been told to look out for - being persistently treated as a Girl by salesmen has had a lasting effect). All that needed doing was tightening the throttle cable a bit - the rest's lovely & shiny and in good condition.

Got home in time for Petrolheads - it was considerably better than the first episode. Neil Morrissey still needs a good slapping, but Ronan Keating's joined the ranks of Cool People in my world, for identifying an F430 from part of its front spoiler :)


It's Not Fair (part 1). I have 7 years protected no claims, I've never had an accident, and I'm a 30-something chartered accountant (that's isn't the Not Fair bit). Why is my insurance still £500 pa, even after applying internet and AA membership discounts?


It's Not Fair (part 2). If I'm going to have X-rated dreams about TV presenters, please can they be attractive ones next time?
puddingcat: (Begone!)
I have the sort of sore throat I usually only get after enthusiastically snogging someone new, and I'm 99% sure I haven't done any such thing for a long time. My camera and Trusted Friends back this up, too. *pouts*

[livejournal.com profile] nannyo hosted the New Year's Eve Notaparty, and it was (as always) fab. I did get erpeatedly distracted by the marble machine, almost fell asleep around 8.30, and ended up drinking more tea than wine, but I was one of the token Grown Ups (along with [livejournal.com profile] the_mendicant and [livejournal.com profile] whotheheckami) so I think it's allowed :)

For some reason, I have photos of almost everyone's tummies (mine & Mendi's excepted). [livejournal.com profile] dr_wez is remarkably good at girly chats, [livejournal.com profile] minspi is the purriest kitten I know (:p) and [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz remains Our Glorious Leader (and she's a nurse, and she told me that alcohol's good for me, so It Must Be True).

Colinette haven't delivered my knitting patterns yet. How dare they have holiday in the holiday season? There's knitting to be done!

The weekend's award for I Want One Of Those goes to (jointly):
- the V8 Vantage that engine braked next to me at a roundabout and made me turn off Paul Simon despite the impending bass solo, just to hear the amazing, incredible, orgasmically beautiful noise it was making. The Bentley Continental in the city centre is practically silent; DB9s purr almost as nicely as [livejournal.com profile] minspi, but this was something else.

- the TVR Vixen parked in my street when I got home. Not a straight line in it, and the only car I've ever seen that looked good in yellow with tan leather interior.
puddingcat: (Begone!)
Oh, what a lovely weekend.

[livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz came to visit and we both calmed down after respective stresses of work and driving through Tintwistle, with the help of a bottle of Merlot and Domino's pizzas. [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz even stopped sneezing sometime during the night, which was a Good Thing.

[livejournal.com profile] nannyo met us at the station, and we wandered round a foody market before finding Affleck's Palace for lunch, before being joined by [livejournal.com profile] tooth_fairy and [livejournal.com profile] mrmmarc (who made himself popular by being able to quote Shakespeare accurately), and then [livejournal.com profile] cryx.

We swore [livejournal.com profile] mrmmarc to secrecy regarding What Goes On during girly shopping trips, and took him to Abakhan Fabrics, where he was scared by the large polystyrene piles cushions rings. Bought some yarn because it was called Firefly and, over coffee, discovered it's s total bitch to knit. Nice string trio & singer doing carols in Piccadilly Gardens to take my mind off it, though. I didn't wince at her tuning once.

Home, chicken stoo, and [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz dressed up as me while I dressed up as her. I can't remember the last time I left the house wearing nothing black. Not even my shoes and knickers were black. (Socks don't count*.)

Great time around Canal Street and Fab Cafe (hurrah for Steppenwolf!) and obligatory chips. [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz's beatiful pink hair pulled everywhere we went, too.

Much, much knitting too. [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz is managing to knit something that looks like a large hamster pelt out of tadpoles.

All in all, I appear to have lost my phobia & worry about having friends to stay :) Oooh, and even Pootlecat liked [livejournal.com profile] nurse_liz, and didn't *always* run away from [livejournal.com profile] nannyo.

Oh, and the Bugatti Veyron. The Marcos might have been prettier (I like muscle cars, after all) but oh, the sound and the engine and the design and Oh.

More 911 Carrera letchery though. Bah. Anyone with a hat like that doesn't deserve a Porsche.

The race would have been a lot better had it not been so obviously fixed, and the "problems" with the plane so obviously scripted.


*No, [livejournal.com profile] norfolkian and [livejournal.com profile] pink_weasel, I do not have a sock fetish.


puddingcat: (Default)

June 2017

4 5 678910


RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Oct. 24th, 2017 05:57 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios