Proustian Volvo.
In the seventies, when Upper Hill Farm was still grandfather's (Rented land. From the old days when a labouring type who wanted to make a go of farming could actually do that, rather than having to piss off to the city to earn £neg+bonus as some wideboy spiv forex trader. Well, I say 'earn'. It would now appear that I mean 'steal, with the alleged co-operation of your chums in the other ugly skyscraper next door... And then retire to some imagined bucolic wossname with untrammelled green wellies and an untravelled green 4x4. Like some kind of massive cock.) it was just a massively dangerous adventure playground for small children. Weirdly, one of my favourite things, after the shed with the trials bikes and chainsaws that smelled of Castrol 'R', the circular saw belt-driven from the front pulley on one of the Fordsons and the 12-bore propped up in the corner of the hall, was one of those spinny-plunger ashtray things.
It went 'wumm-blarggh' when you wellied the plunger, as you might imagine a robot would if it had been smoking 40 Sprocket and Hedges a day for the last sixty years.
Yesterday, while avoiding the rain and homicidal, er, (those wee Vauxhall things that are too new to be Novas. Cribble? Crapheap? Something like that.) I spotted one of those things glued or bolted to the dash of a manky Volvo. It's probably a really efficient way of distributing smouldering tab-ends into various flammable recesses of your car. Let's hope it was an automatic. That way they driver will have a free hand to beat out the flames.
It went 'wumm-blarggh' when you wellied the plunger, as you might imagine a robot would if it had been smoking 40 Sprocket and Hedges a day for the last sixty years.
Yesterday, while avoiding the rain and homicidal, er, (those wee Vauxhall things that are too new to be Novas. Cribble? Crapheap? Something like that.) I spotted one of those things glued or bolted to the dash of a manky Volvo. It's probably a really efficient way of distributing smouldering tab-ends into various flammable recesses of your car. Let's hope it was an automatic. That way they driver will have a free hand to beat out the flames.