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. . . and I'll bet there are others here. Not yours truly, though . . . more of a mid-twentieth century stick-in-the-mud. ;-)

. . . and the living . . . . . . is easy . . ." Coconut and peach sorbets, '69 Mk II on its new bracelet . . .

. . . this was coming. ;-) . . .

. . . of the eighth race?

. . . racing action! Wow! The Camaro losing it on the next-to-last lap . . . what a heart-breaker. Amazing . . .

. . . I was born but, according to the extract, it was released to the West German Omega agent ten days before I was released into this world.

. . . to the Paddington Hilton when I was in town for the November '16 g-t-g passed right by the Fuller's brewery. I asked the driver if we could turn around and take the tour, but he thought I was kidding and kept going. I wasn't.

. . . but Lydia . . . [that's Lydia pouring a pint] . . . did say as I pulled up a seat, "Now there's three Arts at the bar - one in every corner." And sure enough, the guy to my right was named Art, and so was the guy at the other end. Three Arts . . . if I ever own a bar, that's what I'm going to

. . . of them all. I'd no idea Chevy was involved in European road racing back then . . .

. . . expecting to have a pint of Fullers and a quiet lunch. Just as I opened the back door, there was a cheer from what seemed like half the residents of Walton-on-the-Naze. At first, I thought the cheer was for me.