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*19/5/02* Tempers were lost when the key got stuck for no bloody reason at all in the ignition resulting in a tantrum fuelled angle grinder session to cut the bastard thing off. Will have to show this damned car the error of its ways... |
...but first, refreshment. It's final voyage in 'standard' form, a trip to Tesco for drink to keep our spirits high. And eyesight blurred. | ||
Swig, glug, arrh. Sod this hacksaw, where's the grinder? | ||
Coo, this is thirsty work. Must pop upstairs and procure something else to quaff. | ||
Notice the very precise tools in use to align the roof to perfection. | ||
Even though there is less car than before, it seems to be more brown. Good. | ||
Yeah, quite... Loads of work to do, but stay tuned for regularish updates. | ||
*20/5/02* OK, so the roof wasn't on quite straight. It still isn't,
but its only 1mm out now, so that'll do. Just looks bent because of
the rot by the hacksaw. B pillars in too. Ooo. More tomorrow (maybe)
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