So wot happened when you got there?
He rambled on and on and on and on and on and on about this gorgeous Capri of his.
On closer detailed inspection whilst he got out the way, I conclluded that it is indeed a total shed.
It's had more paint than the Forth Road Bridge, and liberal amounts of porridge over rust are quite evident. Absolute crock of crap with the most ridiculous Dinasorical body kit tacked on that you've ever seen, yet he still insists on pampering over it as though it's a minter.
He did actually get out of my to let me get on repairing his seats, the main ingredient of them consisting mainly of air.
Bodged as best I could, grabbed the lollyand scappered.