Pashley26

Good job there's a million spare rooms for him to go and wank himself to sleep in whilst we go out on the town then!

I hope you're referring to my miserable looking mother rather than me. She looks piiiiiiissed off.

Didn't watch it, and nope never been fat. Here's a picture of me as a little one.

Just another day in Jardo-land.

I'm quite well known for my huge sunglasses, which come with me everywhere rain or shine. So the requirement for sun visors is minimal. Also, I've NEVER used sun visors. I think it's because of my dad, when I was a kid if I pulled the sun visor down he'd snap it back up and say 'You're not a f**king race car driver, put some sunglasses on.' And they're worth £30 on eBay. You wouldn't drive round with £30 screwed to your roof would you

So today I have done very little. What's the one thing that really upsets NL Police the most? This came out. (The cat owns it now) And donated something. To give me this. I still haven't decided what harnesses I want, but I need to work out the height of the seat and the ergonomics of the interior. So I thought I'd best fit it all in so I can drive it around remotely legally whilst still being able to gauge how the interior is going to be with the seats in. Things this has taught me; The deep dish steering wheel messes with the driving position. The seat needs to be a minimum of 2'' lower. The sliders are absolutely necessary. I need to stop drinking sugary carbonated drinks. Then I removed the sun visors, and we all know why. BRC. I'm going to see somebody tomorrow, so I might clean it especially for them :thumb:

I could just call it the Bum Ole? Knight in is a good one though. Or "the bishop"

It's only gay if you push back Dan. I think I should get one of these for outside too - http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/Outdoor-Bar-Home-Garden-Bar-Thatched-Roofed-Tiki-Bar-Gazebo-Pub-/201334566798?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_3&hash=item2ee079af8e

I'll have to check your ID before I can serve you... (we all know what ID I'm talking about.) There's a pub down the road from me called the Prince Albert. Makes me chuckle, because I'm a child.

That's EXACTLY it. Tinder dates at home, woo. I want to call my little pub 'The Rusty Death', I don't know why, I haven't got a clue where the name came from. That's just what I want to call it.

We'll see if you feel the same way about mine when you're round here int he summer, BBQ on the go, full on bar next to the sun terrace, working on cars all day and partying it up in the evening. I'm going to get a little pub sign made up, I've just got to think of a name

I just bought a bar for my house. It's got proper pumps, gas powered draft taps, it literally is an actual bar. I'm on the hunt for a dart board and a pool table now. Operation man-cave engaged.

Bread knife is an 'in joke' between my select circle of friends from when I fitted the front mount to my A3 with nothing but a bread knife. And ruined it. - In case anybody is enjoying the steam train progress of my Mk2, here's more updates. This morning I changed the lower arms. Because. At standard height, with the wheels on the ground, I could flex the lower arm joint (bottom ball joint removed, but both arm bolts tight, obviously...) all the way to the floor. Yummy. I did attacked the steering arms tool; however having had war and peace with a track rod end before 9AM I thought...You know what, I'm an idiot, but I'm not that much of an idiot. And decided not to, because I couldn't win that war on my drive way so you know what? I'll absolutely ruin it in the workshop. Then I swept my patio, very fun. Then this was delivered so I tried to fit it, but the nut on the top of the engine mount was so tight I decided you know what, CBA with that. Then I took the roof off. Utilised an old sideboard as a paint booth. Booya. Then these got delivered. Which is good because these are f**ked. I haven't driven it yet, because after that I went to the pub (on my own) drank 6 pints of stella and ate a burger. So I can't comment on how sublime the handling is. I'm not expecting any praise, and I don't care if nobody cares, but I want to say it...Just because... I'm cracking through progress on this piece of shit at an alarming rate. **And then I washed and polished it. But before the pub.

Bread knife.

Nope, got to report any RTA to the police. The problem is going to be claiming on insurance, look at Tic's issues and that guy was actually insured and everything. Also, the photo card license is out of date so it could have been anyones details that my stepdad was given. Bit of a f**king idiot if you ask me, I'd have done absolutely anything in my powers to ensure that the lorry driver stayed at the scene until the police turned up. He just got in his very damaged car, drove home, stopped at the services en route and took a picture of the car and text it to my mum saying 'I met a foreign lorry driver. Might be late home.' My stepdad didn't even phone the police until he got back to my mums and I was waiting for him to tell him how much of a f**king idiot he was.

So my stepdad just got hit by a Romanian lorry driver. Didn't call the police at the scene. Took a picture of his driving license. (Which is expired by 8 weeks) Took a picture of his lorry. Took a picture of the damage and where the incident occurred and the two vehicles in situ. Then drove home and let the bloke go on his way. Now I'm at home, on my birthday, sorting out his incompetence.

Shame they only sent one fitting kit.

Amen to that.

We all know it won't be worth one of those things

I spent the last three months driving around in limp mode with a 300bhp setup. It was however reliable in limp mode, at least with 5psi you know it will be constant haha.

I feel sorry for Adam. First he had to watch you abuse his car for the majotity of the morning, then he had to come out with me in his car, then he had to try and defend his best lap time in his own car. Poor ginger badger.

Well I'm not friends with him on Facebook, don't have his number and wasn't planning on meeting him. I just ended up outside his house.

Matt/Skoze. I'm literally outside your house.

Don't know what you mean. http://youtu.be/-_qSBEtmyjQ

f**king Dan and the right foot of doom. Ultimately quite fast, but hilarious to behold. I've just convinced my mum to do another track day. Last time she did a "track day" was in the 80's in my dads old 911 turbo. She thinks she will be scared. I doubt it... I might make her do it in the 500, which hilariously I'm driving around in and looking super butch until my new tires arrive.