Speed has never killed anyone. Suddenly becoming stationary, that’s what gets you.
Why is the forecast so bland? Why instead of ‘stormy’ don’t they just say the sea’s ‘a frothing maelstrom of terror and hopelessness’?
This is the Renault Espace, probably the best of the people carriers. Not that that’s much to shout about. That’s like saying “Ooh good I’ve got syphilis, the BEST of the sexually transmitted diseases.”
Multi-tasking is the ability to screw everything up simultaneously.
I’m not only in touch with my feminine side, I’m in touch with my gay side as well.
Cows eat grass and silage. This is melting the ice caps and killing us all. So they need a new foodstuff: something that is rich in iron, calcium and natural goodness. Plainly they cannot eat meat so here is an idea to chew on. Why not feed them vegetarians?
A turbo: exhaust gases go into the turbocharger and spin it, witchcraft happens and you go faster.
I started to realise that being impolite saves an awful lot of time and costs you nothing.
You’re a car, but most of all, what you are, what you’ve become, is a mate. And that’s what makes a car special. That’s what makes a car great. You start to think of it as a person. You start to love it.
Speed focuses the mind. It cuts through the fog of drab everyday living and keeps us on our toes. Speed works. Speed saves lives. Speed is good. And we should have more of it, not less.