To contradict an earlier post “Fluffy Dice” I bought a car today. I bought it from Cargiant: a very large man selling very small cars in very large warehouses, ikea for cars if you like. It was a little tricky. It's a small convertable see. I was compelled to press the golden switch that automatically makes the roof pack itself away to reveal glorious sky.
Imagine an incredible vocal choral piece by The Polish ensemble (something poland is famed for) as the roof automatically disasembled and slowly retracted. It was that damn glorious, until the roof froze as did my excited smile. It seemed I was crying as the first droplets of rain fell. An half hour later and I was still there frozen. The salesman rushed out, he panicked then pressed lots of switches and eventually called the the panic mechanic who didn't panic and took it away. Another hour later it returned with The panic mechanics prognosis “It was nothing, just a switch guv.”
Aha! This was my bargaining chip for a knockdown price. Never being one to miss an opportunity to get the price down I summarily missed the opportunity to get the price down and bought the thing for the advertised price. I am the homer simpson of commercial transaction. My radio documentary Child Of The State was
broadcast today on BBC Radio Four at 8pm.
Over the next seven days you may listen
here. The reaction and feedback has
been good rather than outstanding. It is
time I wrote these experiences in autobiography. And as for the car in truth – it's all good.