Sometimes the best laughs are at the expense of others... even me

A couple of weeks ago I bough a new car - a red 1997 (practically 1998 really) Renault Megane 1.6e RT. As far as I'm concerned it's a great car. Looks nice, goes well, is economical, cheap insurance, electric everything including sunroof. All in all it's definitely the best car I've ever owned, although not the best that I could have got. Sometimes though you just have to bite the bullet and realize where your real priorities lie. In my case I realized that the flat on the beach in Cape Town had to take preference and that I didn't want to be spending much more than 6 months paying off the car. So the next couple of months will be a little tighter than usual, but worth it I reckon. Anyway, I digress.

Shaftesbury, Dorset (where I live), is a market town. To those of you unfamiliar with the term, what it boils down to is that every Thursday the high street is filled with loads of stalls and traders, flogging everything from olives to oysters (and some books and other assorted fluff in between somewhere). So here's the catch: I live in the High Street. I park my car in the High Street. I didn't realize that I had to move it before 4am on a Thursday morning.

And thus I give you this montage of photo's, which greeted me at about 10am on Thursday when I finally dragged my lazy ass downstairs.



Don't feel bad, everyone whose seen them has laughed. Even I laughed at the time (although had the car been scratched there would have been murders!)