Burning rubber

Nasty business in Gaza yesterday. I've seen the pics and they ain't nice...I'm not going to delve into this but how can the absolute bloodlust these Palestinians show be justified? Peace in the Middle East? Yeh, right...[nice post from my old mate 'lights', for those of you interested in reading more].

Anyway...finally got a replacement car yesterday, 8.30 in the evening. After about 20 phone calls from different reps (pretty much a case of the right hand not having a clue what the left hand is up to: "OK sir, your car was stolen, right? Ah, OK, they only broke into your car..." - do these people even bother to read what is on the computer screen in front of them?), I was getting pretty pissed with them. So, lots of sharp, speedy handbrake turns have been the order of the day while I wait for the next round of phone calls...just love the smell of burning rubber...

I've also been following this divorce case (not that I have any aspirations of this kind...) on the go in Blighty right now, and, maybe it's because I'm a Gooner, but isn't she pushing her luck just a little bit? I'm on your side, Romford Pele!