My car is dead, defunct, no longer with us. It has gone to join the heavenly choir in excelsium. It is what is commonly called, knackered. It was a great car and I had it for nearly two years, nothing wrong with it. Then, just about a week or so ago the clutch started to slip. It was going to cost about two hundred quid and once a car starts costing that sort of dosh it has to go, so it went. I've got a Clio now, nice little car but it's not the same as my Fiesta. Jackie got the hump of course.
"YOU GOT RID OF DAISY!" she cried. "BASTARD!"
Well, you can't please everybody.
I wish I could get rid of some of the females in my family as easily as I got rid of Daisy.
So, a new car because I had no choice, my car is dead.
Arrested for murder on March 9th 1986 and found guilty in January 1987, Frank Wilkinson was in prison for over 27 years for a crime he did not commit. Released on April 2nd 2013, Dr Frank Wilkinson (B.A., M.A., PhD, and winner of several Koestler awards, including the 2011 Platinum Award for Fiction) remains determined to prove his innocence.
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