Pfffft. Young wippersnapper, what a cheek.

I want to see you doin' inner tracta joints and spherical housing set-ups when you're my age.

Boxing Day, y'all know what that is, we'll trundle the mile and a bit to Wickham Square for the annual, unorganised and wholly impromptu vehicle gathering, everything from 19-0-dot tiller steered cars, steam lorries, traction engines to modern super cars and the Shirrell Heath LRDG. Blocks the village square, plod arrives and waves his arms in frustration then everyone's gone home by 13:30 anyway.

The load bay of Mr. Alvis makes a handy vantage point having fought with the idle air-bleed icing owing to over-volatile Euro-spec fuel and somewhere to fire up the cooker No. 2 for continual tea, we like pressureised petrol, good stuff and a quick solution for Ghandi's flip-flop.

I might even post a picture. . . . . . . . .

Merry Christmas one and all.

R.