Where can you see Jensens? Only In Bromley!
Bromley! come to Bromley!

Family day out on Sunday, after frantic preparation on Saturday the Jensen looked the most clean it has done since Dad bought it (I think i actually heard it go "Gleam Gleam").
And so the next day with a perrilously full tank of petrol (bad seal around cap, petrol slopped out on a few tight turns and the E-type following us was worried we might blow up!) we set out for the Bromley paegent classic car show to take our place on the Jensen owners club stand where i was pleasantly surprised to discover all the other interceptors were boring shades of blue and green compared to our BRIGHT ORANGE!
The first thing that hit me when we arrived was the sheer size of the event, i was quite literally STAGGERED by the sheer amount of classic cars on display, many of which i had never heard of before in my life and yet here there were, ten of these mystery cars in a row!
I made one fatal erroe that day, babysitting the car while the family looked around, i sparked out and lay in the sun for ages, burning my nose, not my whole face, just my fecking nose! so now i look like rudolph which will no doubt amuse you all who know how hillarious my features are anyway!

Todays T-shirt: STAMP OUT REALITY (another S. Alexander donation)

Todays Music:Oingo Boingo-We close our eyes

# posted by The Prisoner | 5:47 PM |

Y'know i'm born to lose, and gamblings for fools, but thats the way i like it baby i dont wanna live for eva.....and don't forget the joker!.........Daddy.......Do you call me daddy cos im old? do you call me baby cos im young? and i could be the one, who gets to take you home. Honey.....do you call me honey cos im sweet? sweet like the sugar in my tea, and i take more than three, and thats what makes me sweet. and i would like to say today it would be nice to run away, monday to thursday every week, we can see what we can be. and you wont serve another drink to lonely men who think they own a piece of you, they snap their fingers, tell you what to do. and they would like to take you home, well i guess their not alone.....................This aint murdermile its just the way i smile. Kiss all your fingers, whats that for? You'll never get to heaven with your shirt all torn..........Not a prisoner, i'm a free man, and my blood is my own now, dont care where the past was, i know where i'm going!......On Iron Horse he flies, on iron horse he'd gladly die.....Change, everything you are and everything you were, youre number has been called, fights battles have begun revenge will surely come, your hard times are ahead.......We're all living in amerika, amerika ist wunderbar......FUCK YOU I WONT DO WHAT YA TELL ME......Sandy why can't we look the other way?......Where's my Elvis?.....Don't try rules cos they do not apply.....She got me with a suckerpunch.....
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