So what do you do when you let your girlfriend drive your car, and the next time you see it the entire oil supply of the Largeuna are on the floor?
The answer is to descend into a major sulk, whilst grumbling that "I'm sure it isn't your fault (it is). It could have happened if I was driving (definitely not). It will probably be very inexpensive to fix (it wasn't). "
So we waited for the nice man from the AA to turn up, but as it happened the AA had subcontracted to a local garage, who in turn had asked his mate to deal with it as he was having difficulty with a Ewe who was lambing.
I don't work for the AA, nor do I work for a garage in Malton, nor I am I the chap in Malton's mate, but if I was and I turned up to a situation where all of the oil had leaked out of the car, I am confident that my first suggestion would NOT have been to refill the oil tank ("Oh, you're out of oil pal")(1. Not pals 2. He was standing in said oil).
So after watching the oil drain through my French Beauty he suggested turning the engine on.
This, my mechanic informed me, dragged oil through my Air Conditioning sytem and front radiator. Two areas that do not benfit from the presence of lubricant.
Anyhow car got towed (I never get bored of sitting in the cab of an HGV) and it was fixed over a week later.
My car now has a new Turbo.

I'm off to check my Lubricant,
Sluge
This piccy is reference to my great pal FCB. He knows. It's just so soft.

PS Just read High Fidelity
Top 5 Take That Songs
1) Never Forget
2) Back for Good
3) Patience
4) A Million Love songs
5) Pray
