28 Jul 2011

And Then There Was A Car Idea….

Being ever the eco worrier I am, and with a change of car in mind, it looks like I should get a stonking deal on one of those electric looking thingies. Could be a deal, assuming you get a really huge 'back-up' petrol tank.

While I'm on a green kick, it seems they've had enough of enough down there in Australia. I wish them well. Let's hope it's some sort of game changer.

Again, as I'm in car mode, how about this, also from down-under. Cleaver.

The most excited I've got so far, looking at cars that is, had nothing to do with the car. The excitement derived from the ignition key. Possibly quite sad and probably shows how behind the times I am, but never mind, it tripped my trigger.

Yet again, the simple ideas are the best, yes? Guess wot? You know the pointy, jaggedie bitty of the key, the bit you stick in the ignition, the bit that pokes holes in you pockets and body? That bit, at the press of a small button on the key fob, folds back into the fob. Press the little button again and he springs out like a flick knife. Or flick key.

I mean, how cool is that then? For me, it's right up there with cotton buds, road lane cats eyes and ring pull baked bean cans.

Could be an idea, as cool as he is, to flick him thing open in your pocket. If you flicked him open in the open, I guess you could run the risk of then looking down to find a red dot hovering on your chest.


Did you catch the news this lunch time? Some dame reporting on a study that's found that eleven to fifteen year olds are drinking too much.

The nice lady, obviously, wants the government to do something. Hay, tell you what girl, why not get the parents to 'do something'? Something along the lines of, "You know what, you little rascal? No more pocket money for you 'till you sober up, okay?"

Really, where do they get the money? How much pocket money do kids get today? The drunk kids anyway. What does an 'after school' job pay today?

Quote; Will Shriner.

“I want to die in my sleep like my grandfather.…… Not screaming and yelling like the passengers in his car.”

Stephen Wright.

“I hooked up my car accelerator pedal to the brake lights. I hit the gas, people behind me stop, and I'm gone.”

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