A friend of mine in the late ‘80s had an bright red RS Mexico. That was a lovely bit of kit. My brother had a Mk.II Escort van that had RS2000 running gear under it with a short shift gearbox. It was a heck of a thing to get used to - there was about an inch of movement between the gears - but once you got the hang of…

Yup :-)

Great article, thoroughly enjoyed it.

Could those guys not find a few more things to attach to their rifles?

I have been both dirt poor (living on the charity of friends and family) and I have been quite well off (where I am now, fortunately) and I speak with conviction when I say the following:

I actually have a similar tale but the other way around. I used to have a real thing for the Rover SD1 - I loved those cars, the shape, the interior, everything, but most especially the 3.5l V8. The trouble is, like a lot of British cars of the era, build quality wasn’t exactly high - the wiring loom was made of dead…

In response to your point 4 above, about 20 years ago, a friend of mine was working as a maths teacher in a secondary school. One of his pupils was a 12 year old girl who caused so much trouble you wouldn’t believe it.

I do feel sorry for the pigs in all of this, but even so that was a cracking (crackling?) gag.

Emily Sears—a banging model with an hourglass bod and a large Instagram

Not necessarily related to the above story, but this talk of Honda reminded me of something. I used to work for an IT security firm and Honda was a customer of ours. I used to go to their plant in Swindon quite regularly and I have to say it was one of the nicest work environments I’ve ever seen.

“Never give tofu to a lactose-intolerant volcano god.”

I like this article for a couple of reasons - firstly, despite being an advocate of autonomous vehicles, I imagine I would still be freaked out the first few times I used it. The comment about taking pictures while driving is an interesting one, because one could still be pulled over (I imagine) for not being in…

Well, that’s my new FB profile pic sorted - a squee sloth sitting in a puddle of his own piss.

I think it’s pretty safe to say that while, yes the guy was riding like a tit, that’s hardly an excuse to run him over and then kick the shit out of him.

This is how you build a kid’s immune system. This, and vaccinations.

When we had our garage, over 20 years ago, most parts factors had a trade price and a retail price. Garages such as ours would get the trade price and then charge the customer the retail price.

Beautiful work, but that crystal at the top needs lights in it.

I am reminded of an interesting book I read back in the mid-’80s called Warday by Whitley Strieber and James Kunetka, where the Soviet Union launches a limited pre-emptive strike against the US in response to a space based laser defence system.

Jia Tolentino is tripping her balls off

I know this might sound weird and I hope people take it in the spirit in which it is intended, but I always find training accidents more tragic than battlefield casualties.