The Dos and Don’ts
I’m currently working on a page about starting a street food business, with useful advice on the 10 dos and 143 don’ts of taking up the tongs and trying to make a living out of other people’s change. This last week has been all about the van, and about the sad demise of Gogo – Barny’s beloved Toyota MR2 – who, through no fault of her own, got a hole in the radiator. Do: Combine car shopping with Jabberwocky errands – It’s like a whole world of miniature adventures. Don’t: Suggest Ford Kas. I can’t quite work out why, but every time I found a nice-looking one Barny got this twitch. So we embarked on a jumbled shopping trip over the weekend to find a new floor for the Jabberwocky, as the lino is getting a...
Applications of Van to a Locale in your Vicinity (Topical Use Only)
The beast has had a fairly easy ride so far. He has slept on our driveway and been fed diesel, taken for regular romps in the country side, and has only once been asked to earn his keep. I think up until this point he has been more like a really expensive, lovable mascot, providing an idea to rally around, and remind us of an existing financial investment, rather than actually doing what we bought him for. All things considered, and when reviewing that which was set in stone from those heady days when the beast was less old than he is now, I’m not entirely sure we knew what we were buying him for. Initially there were plans to get a restaurant, and out of the blue the Beast careers onto the driveway, grinds to a complete halt and doesn’t start for...
It’s ALIVE
The glow plugs were indeed not working properly and the battery was, indeed, dead. The mechanics of Leamington (including the much hailed “returning tomorrow” of the previous post) had fought and fallen before the Beast, at times (I can only assume), cowering in fear and possibly weeping wretchedly. At any rate, none of them showed. Hell does not have enough bile reserved for people who do not hold up their end of a deal, but hope was in sight. Hope in the form of the same brother and father who had witnessed the awakening of the Jabberwocky way back here and who came armed with an arsenal of tools and demanding only tea, some peanuts and a packet of minstrels. The waiting was tense. This was our very last hope, beyond this lay the black pit of...
Moodbanking
I don’t believe in luck. I prefer to savour the good times, and bank them in the ISA of good feelings for a rainy day. Lately there have been a fair few rainy days, and they have been making regular withdrawals, but I’m still determined to save. DEBIT: The van has been fighting all attempts at working, still sits in our driveway pretending its primary purpose is to provide shelter for the local cats. CREDIT: Tomorrow possibly the only person in Leamington able to fix it returns from holiday. DEBIT: Earlier on Gogo, Barny’s Toyota MR2, decided not to start. Perhaps she was feeling neglected after we took Stevo the Stilo up north over the weekend (saw Penguin Cafe, was pretty good). Whatever the reason – nothing turned over, just a few...
Van Fail
As the title suggests, we are having a few tiny hiccups in relation to the van. Before I begin I would like to say, in its defence, that it was proper cold this morning. MOT day, the day of reckoning when we finally discover how much the beast will cost us. This is bearing in mind that last week was also MOT day, and the van epic-failed on that one by not starting. So once more we wake up at 7:30 am and head for the door. Stevo the Stilo, despite being a little grumpy at the early hour and the frosty temperatures, starts first time, and him and I then go and find the van. An eerie air of frustration is misting up the cab, and not a sound can be heard. It would appear that the glow plugs are not glowing. Which means that the van is not going anywhere. Stevo...
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