The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

Another stunning Russell Cobb image.

Yet another briolliant image for the multi talented Russell Cobb.

Another fabulous image from the very talented Russell Cobb.

Thieving bastards! You can see our large black gates and if you look closely through them you might just catch a glimps of one of our reflective triangles on a post and one of a pair of white concrete mushrooms which are either side of the gate as an aid for people looking for our house especially as we have no street lighting in the evening. This afternoon we visited the dry cleaners and upon our return we noticed the white concrete mushrooms had been stolen. Quite when they were stolen I couldn’t say as you would have thought we might have noticed they were missing on our way out but should they have been half inched in broad daylight, it somehow makes the crime even more audacious. I don’t know what the world is coming to, first France is ablaze with riots and now some bastard has stolen our mushrooms, is nothing sacred?

I just happened to find this image and thought, there’s a very nice MG TF SUNSTORM for sale at Mathewsons in their September sale and very reasonable reserve estimate too!

Four photos from the Summer Ball last week.

NO TIME, HENCE NO COMMENT! (SEE PREVIOUS GOODWOOD POST)

This years Revival is one week away, I have the Bentley Arnage in P & A Wood who will be fitting new shock absorbers on Tuesday of next week and the car will be ready for collection on Wednesday, hopfully all goes well as we are leaving on the Thursday.

Neither Angella nor I have finalised our outfits yet as we have been busy with, new puppies, forties events, sourcing parts for the Arnage, hospital visits to see a friend of ours who has just gone into hospital, getting my MG TF to Mathewsons in time for their auction in September, wasting time with AI chat things sorting bank details and other mundane things which could have been done in five minutes if only there were an option to speak to a human being. I’m sure there were other things which have delayed our preparation which come under the heading of modern life.

Barring all the above, everything is going swimingly and in the words of a well known tv programme, ‘don’t panic, don’t panic!’

SEE YOU ALL NEXT WEEK. HURRAH!!

I am fairly busy attending forties weekends which means my MG TF SUNSTORM has only done a total of 600 miles in the last three years, so I have decided to sell the old girl and let someone else with fewer cars and more free time than me have the pleasure of owning her.

The SUNSTORM version of the MG TF is a limited edition where only 612 were made and comes with a factory hard top, larger brakes, ABS, 16 inch eleven spoke wheels and all sorts of other goodies.

How strange then when placing an advertisement on ebay containing at least five photos of said car with the hard top attached and a description including details of the hard top etc etc, the bloody stupid inane questions asked by potential buyers, for example, does it come with a hard top!

I imagine many of the buyers have difficulty reading and seemingly writing as I received an email with a derisory offer and the statement, it aint worth much m8.

Perhaps, I’m a touch sensative but I think I’d rather give it away to someone who would appreciate it than sell it to someone who calls me m8!

To this end I have now entered it in the Mathewsons September auction, hopefully to find a buyer who has the ability to google search MG TF SUNSTORM to find the finer points of this vehicle.

A couple of weeks ago we went to the rather splendid Twinwood forties weekend and were asked by a friend of ours to pose for a photo, unfortunately this was the resulting image.

The request was to look romantically into each others eyes, now Angella seems to be making a fairly good fist of the brief whilst I seem to have missed the point altogether. Perhaps in a brief moment of time a second or two before or after the shutter was pressed I was fitting the bill, alhough in this particular moment it looks more like I’m inspecting a rather large and pustulous boil on the end of her nose.

Inside though, I’m welling up with love and devotion for my dear wife as everyone knows.

I must try in future not to pose sideways as it seems my high forehead (a sign of enormous brains so they say) has become so high it’s getting to the point where if it continues it will fall of the back of my head altogether.

Nonetheless a good time was had by all, followed the next weekend by the summer ball, a photo will follow when I get a moment.