  shaddap youse -  you're older than me.  well,  you look like you are.  it's the hairy godzilla face,  you see.
 i'm accidentally a bit hungover today.  i should probably go to angel this evening and shout in damo's ear for a couple of hours.  that'll help.  a story about woab's car once upon a time,  woab went to new york,  leaving his car in the garage of our building.
 his dad came up to me at work on monday and asked me to bring in the car keys and the widget to open the garage doors so that they could take his car to get a service in his absence.  fair enough,  i suppose -  i brought the keys in on tuesday.  yesterday morning,  the bloke who's sort of the official driver for the office came over to my desk and asked me for the address and instructions of how to get there etc.
 as he'd been told to spend his working day getting yove's car sorted out.  fair enough,  i muttered,  and gave him directions.  he came and found me again at about 4 yesterday afternoon.  it turns out that he'd taken the yovemobile to the garage,
 and there they had discovered a few things:  he'd been driving around on a flat tyre,  and had destroyed it,  meaning a new tyre he'd also been driving around with the emergency tyre on another wheel,  left over from the puncture before last,  for probably a month his rear brake pads were 95%
 worn through one of the rear wheel bearings was cracked and buggered -  the entire hub had to be replaced his MOT was two months out of date he'd had no road tax for over a month the total bill for the work done,  including road tax and vat,  was £ 880- odd.
 fair enough,  i hissed through gritted teeth.  someone has to take care of these things.
