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Can somebody head to Silverstone this weekend, or indeed, duck over to Paris, find Jean Todt and fucking nut him will ya. Fucking sick and tired of this little prick running around being so very French. He's supposed to be the boss of the FIA, for Christ's sake. Start doing something or fuck off and let somebody else get on with it. He's killing this sport, along with some teams, and all he wants to seem to do is waltz around sprouting off idiotic cliché's about headaches and cancer. Come 'ere ya little prick and I'll give you a fucking headache.
Going back to my corner now.
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Screw it, kick Todt anyway.
Oz is a doggie, doesn't mean he does it like..................never mind.
Here is something. Journalists, like politicians need to consider everything they say as being out of context. I'm gonna keep this one:
"I don't know about you (well, I do) but we love the French."
That is going to come in so handy one day.
That's gonna bite you on the arse one day Viges old boy.
So I am making an announcement tucked away in this thread. Yes, I'm off to Sydney, and taking my bloody time about it too. That's not news. As this is a transition, I wont be fully moved until September/October. Now this is being a particularly cold winter here in Canberra and elsewhere. Hell, they had snow in Queensland last week! Looking forward to Spring is an understatement when we have woken to temps of -7 a number of times this year. Combine that with moving to holiday city and my 55th birthday more than a year past, and I have done something oh so stereotypical for one in my position.
You're guessing huh? Everyday, I get into this joke of a car called a Renault Koleos and reflect on how in hell I ended up with it. Not my choice to buy it, I wanted the Holden Calais at the time. The fact is though that for as long as I can remember, when it came time every four years or so to buy a new car, the practicalities got ticked off and the list shortened. Then there was the 'never exceed' price of $40K because it's a car for Christ's sake. A tool.
Now I'm single. Now I'm moving to Sydney. Now I'm working harder than I ever have, but the remunerative compensation is commensurate, so the time has come. You've guessed already, haven't you? Come September, I will take delivery of...................................
oh? you can't paste pictures?
Well, that's a letdown. So it's an Audi A3 Cabriolet. Metalic Black with Beige Leather interior, and titanium 10 spoke 18 inch alloys. No, i didn't go for the Quatro with the big engine, nor the S3. One has to add $10K for the other so-called 'options' like nav and the rest of it, so there are limits to my craziness breaking the price barrier. One fun expensive option was the tow bar. Effing $2,600! Still need to tow the Hobiecat though see?
The Calais is brilliant. Have the Calais V, v for very nice. I was expecting a Land Rover Defender 110 or some such. An A3 Cabrio with BEIEGE leather!!!! WTF??????
I've been making sensible vehicle purchasing decisions for as long as I can remember. The last time I recall buying a car for fun was my tarted-up Escort Panel Van in 1979 (ah, the time of panel vans.....how on earth we were allowed to date girls in a car with a built-in bedroom?).
Be very scared Robert. That which you deride today, becomes different when the fog of youthful arrogance evaporates in the harsh sunlight of mortality. It kind of goes one of two ways: either you give up and make the best of what you have and imagine that retirement will be an endless caravan holiday, or you reinvent and see what happens next.
http://www.holden.com.au/cars/ute
All the normal young people will be parking their Hyundai I30s at the wine auctions whilst they pick up bargains on the 1984 Hunter Valley Shiraz.
500 words, Jeez mate, no wonder you moved to Sydney. Oh, and forget the Akubra, they're like R.M. Williams. Only rubber-neckers(mainly the Septic Tanks) and graziers wear 'em. Pommy rubber-neckers don't need 'em, cause with their pasty white skin, they tend to stay inside.