I’ve been decorating the dining room all week, scraping off the woodchip on the ceiling- oh what joy π¬.
My first car and pride & joy was an Austin Allegro π. It was great, well not the Allegro for as we all know an Allegro was the stereotypical old man’s rust bucket (possibly the most ‘beige’ thing known to man - oops sorry should say ‘known to person’ or ‘known to they’?).
But I’d learnt how to drive in a Fiat 500 so my car aspirations weren’t high (you started the engine by pulling up little leevers - anyway …). My Allegro was shiny navy blue, it looked fabulous, however got to admit that it was not quite as cool as the bright yellow one my teacher training mate from Croydon had at UEA, but in my mind mine was the bees knees. Also, my mate’s car did set on fire once whilst waiting at some traffic lights, so not that cool.
My shiny blue Allegro took me and the then girlfriend on a tour of the Isle of Mull and Ardnamurchan, that was back in the days when those parts were out of scope for the ordinary tourist. It was absolutely marvellous, miles and miles of single-track roads, sandy beaches and wilderness with no-one there. Good memories π.
My shiny blue Allegro had many faults, and I never got used to the windscreen wipers and the oil warning light was always on. Then one Friday evening I was driving down the M1 to Barnsley when it conked out good and proper. The RAC man told me that the oil pump had packed in and the engine had seized up βΉοΈ. So he gave me a tow to the girlfriends house and arranged to pick me and my shiny blue Allegro up on Sunday night to tow back to my local garage in Bradford (Fast car clinic) for a replacement re-conditioned engine to be fitted (£500 π΅π«).
Fancy that with the RAC, we took good service like that for granted then. You would need Super dooper dooper cover (££££££s) for them to even consider helping you out of a hole like that in today’s world.
Oh well Chaps, hope all is well, have a good weekend, enjoy the footy π¬
Monsieur Le SpongeBob