After a lovely dinner at the Pig last night, Geoff and I went to see Definitely, Maybe. We came out of the movie laughing… I claim and still claim that it was attrocious (even though it was enjoyable) and Geoff is leaning towards, ‘enjoyable but deeply flawed’.
On the way home Fred (the last remaining car) chuffed out some steam not very heroically, and had to be pushed while it cooled. We managed to drive it over the train tracks (pushing over train tracks tends to be dangerous) and get it into the station car-park. We walked home, and were stopped part way by some girls who asked Geoff to kill a spider on their car – that was funny – getting home took all of about two minutes.
This currently leaves us car-less, completely this time. Considering we were getting rid of Fred in about a month it’s not too bad, but it’s still a pain. It’ll be nice to have one that just works.