bloody car bugger and bollocks....

Dunc asked about our progress with the car. I was just going to write a rely in the comments, but it went on a bit so I thought I'd take the opportunity fpr a cheeky post instead.

So, to the car....We had a sweet deal lined up on an open top Saab 9-3, till we got the invoice and the bastard had put VAT on top. Was a problem for the bikes anyway and a tow hitch, while a practical option is expensive (like, 400 quid expensive) and ugly (like, what's that tail doing sticking out the back of your convertible ugly)

Currently looking at a 156 Sportwagon (perfect for bikes, but no blue sky / wind in my hair pate). And they depreciate like a stone, making a 5 year old one decent value. I have 2 or 3 to choose from, basically haggling between them.
With the problems we're having with the beaurocracy (spelling it being the first hurdle) I might end up with a full service lease instead. I have never owned (and therefore never insured) a car you see. Andrea has, but she has some sort of foreign driving licence and the commune (local council, who appear tyo be in charge of such matters) want proof of her residence in Canada since birth before they'll give her a belgian license. No license, no insurance.

I knew there was a reason Belgium hosts the capital of the EU. Fuckers.

I'm going to leave it there, and promiser to try and turn over a new leaf, productrivity wise. The last 2 onths I have been struggling with the new routine at work, which is to say I've been retraining my self to accept that I am actually working. I have many things to tell you, from the warning on my computer keyboard, to the flemish nationalist that I got drunk with last week, to the new way I've discovered to eat chips (the french name for which translates to machinegun, or so I'm told) so bear with me, I will work on not getting steaming pissed on 8% beer as soon as I get home every evening (ie; having 2) before falling asleep 20 minutes later.

btw, no-one's been to visit for ages. You missed all the beer festivals. The smudgers have an excuse (I suppose) all others living in Blighty are without reason. Come, and I promise you chips....(no really, I know I haven't before)

Bomber out

Bomber out