Hello all!
Essentially I am just an ordinary, run of the mill, tubby, skirt-wearing, brain scientist, rocket surgeon. :D
Last month - I sold my business.
I wasn't the majority shareholder - but owned a fair chunk. So - I have done OK.
With luck, if I can prise the taxman's fingers off the cash, having done all of the sensible things, I will be buying La Bandita a nice shiney car and then this brings me then to my subject.
Mid-forties, taking some 'more time with my family' - it strikes me as being time for a mid life crisis.
I have considered taking up pole dancing, parachuting, moving in on Action's Pimping...but they all seem too much like hard work...
So - I'm thinking, nice little sportscar.
Porky - I have considered the Harley option but;
a. On these sceptered isles, a lot of water falls out of the skies
b. Where would I put the golf bats? (This is a rhetorical question Bakon. Please don't answer it)
b. I have the natural balance of a Hippo on rollerblades - I just can't see the motorbike thing ending well B)
So - I'm thinking...
La Bandita and I are going test driving tomorrow...(both for one of these and a proper car)
Questions will be:
1. Is there anyway the rocket surgeon can enter and exit the car without a crane and preserving his modesty
2. Will he appear...
a: a Geroge Clooney-esque man of a certain age with a fetching roadster?
b: a desperate-looking Hefner esque slime ball?