This one is not a fucking wreck
Friday 03/11/2006

Went to look at a car today...

The photos in the advert made it look like a heap of shit, very odd photos to try and sell a car with. Covered in a mixture of what looked like the black sludge you get at the bottom of a water butt and bird shit. However my viewpoint is not always the same as everyone else's. It still looked like it was worth going to have a look at it. It was. Despite having been stood so long that it had actual lichen growing on it (it wasn't bird shit) a thorough inspection revealed that most of the usual rust spots were sound and those that were dodgy were easy to weld. The interior was in good nick and it actually had an engine installed as opposed to sitting next to it under a tarpaulin. The hardest job in getting it respectable will probably be the sponge and bucket work!

I'd have bought it on the spot but unfortunately it's on ebay and some other bugger has already put a bid on it so the guy selling it can't pull it out of the auction now. I'll just have to sit it out and hope it doesn't go mental in the last few seconds.

The ride across to see it was interesting. Little moments when a stretch of straight clear road presented itself between bends and allowed me to lower my concentration became moments of immense beauty and wonder in the snatched seconds before the next hazard demanded my attention. As a way around a certain difficulty associated with riding the motorcycle this seems pretty close to optimal (well, it would be surprising were it otherwise). I wonder what driving the car will be like?

On my return I was looking forward to a quiet relaxing evening with no distractions, well I did have a bit of work to do but it wasn't anything that needed much concentration. Only I made the mistake of switching my phone on to reply to a text message a mate had sent me earlier, he doesn't know whether to get a new car or get his existing one back on the road and he wants to know if I'll help him fix his existing one. Said mate then rings up, he's not online and he wants to use my internet connection to check out cars on ebay. Oh dear... I'm not enough of a cunt to tell him he can't come round so he does come round and stays for ages and ages. Not to mention visiting a car sales website that doesn't work so I have to try and fix the bloody thing so he can check the cars out. He's a good mate, but Jesus forgive me, it was really doing my head in by the time he finally left. I'm only just ceasing to feel like a complete fuckup... eventually Jesus had to shout at me to get my head together. It's not that I don't enjoy my mate's company but I could really have done with not having anyone round... and with not having to use the fucking computer either. Only I've got using the thing now, so I may as well try and compensate to some extent by going on about it. :-)

Kind of like a the other way round version of yesterday evening. Life's a bugger sometimes. First it's one, then it's the other... oh, what can a "you'll have to guess this word" do? Though it has to be said that the bits that aren't a bugger are more than enough compensation, to a quite remarkable degree.

The phrase "victims of circumstance" has occurred to me before in this context. It occurs to me again now, and reminds me that I have seen the streets and alleyways of a million faceless towns... perhaps this suggests an appropriate relaxing background while I finally get to have my dinner and go to bed.

I wish you sweet dreams.

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