Monday, October 29, 2007
The Vehicle is the Message - Foxtons
I was driving home last night - the roads were packed out with traffic. I saw one of those Foxton's BMW minis - the sort that is dressed in sports-car livery. I realised that each of these wagons has a name. Being stuck in traffic, I decided to try and give the Foxton's BMW Mini a new name - flights of fancy produced The Hoxton Dickhead; The Realty Strangler; The Turbo Turd &c. I saw a twelve year old male driving said vehicle - I thought "if he is trying to pull with that, he might as well be driving a milk float!" Oh well, at least Foxton's seem to be restoring the good name of other estate agents.
Labels: cars, Estate Agents, Lifestyle
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Mercedes Schardenfreude
I was coming down the Edgeware Road tonight and this tow-away vehicle cut accross my path, on its back was a brand spanking new Mercedes - the one with indicator lights on its wing mirrors. Its car alarm was squeaking out protests of indignity at having being towed off to the car pound, likewise its indicator lights. It made my day, some rich fuck would be put through some inconvenience. Being quite skint makes room for such consolations.
Labels: cars, schardenfreude, the rich
Monday, May 14, 2007
Git in a Ferrari
I was on the A40 Westway yesterday, there was this huge vibration under my car, I thought there was something wrong with the engine - then I look beside me and saw this fucking grey Ferrari switching on to turbo and zooming the two hundred yards towards the car in front. I thought "Fuck there goes two hundred thousand nicker in engine and bodywork" - the bugger behind the wheel, managed to brake on time. Ferraris are lovely car, I wish I could own one. In the city, however, you have to treat them with a great deal of respect and this arsehole behind its wheel clearly wanted to redesign the most precious vehicle. The bugger was clearly showing off - he was narcissistic as if to say "all you sad gits in your Vauxhall Chevettes, look at the size of my dick! Vroooooom!" You really do not need to advertise the fact that you own a Ferarri, just driving one is enough.
Labels: cars, Lifestyle, narcissism
