So driving down to Poole at the weekend my sports car suddenly feels like its about to explode and I get a sudden smell of burning rubber.
Having spent the weekend at my partners and booked the Monday off work I drive down to Littlehampton for some specialists to look at my car and establish the Cam Belt was way out on timing and was infact bouncing all over the place.
Monday evening driving home feeling all chuffed that the car was performing better than ever and all was well some idiot decides to cut me up on a roundabout and take out the front end of my car and wing of his car probably about 1k damage and loads of grief getting it all fixed.
Anyway I eventually get home after a long wet drive and the smash up to think right time to relax put my feet up and watch TV. I go to turn on the Tv and hear an almighty bang. TV = FUBAR
So why is it that everything always comes in three's, I realise its a famous phrase but it really does fukin happen that way.
Having spent the weekend at my partners and booked the Monday off work I drive down to Littlehampton for some specialists to look at my car and establish the Cam Belt was way out on timing and was infact bouncing all over the place.
Monday evening driving home feeling all chuffed that the car was performing better than ever and all was well some idiot decides to cut me up on a roundabout and take out the front end of my car and wing of his car probably about 1k damage and loads of grief getting it all fixed.
Anyway I eventually get home after a long wet drive and the smash up to think right time to relax put my feet up and watch TV. I go to turn on the Tv and hear an almighty bang. TV = FUBAR
So why is it that everything always comes in three's, I realise its a famous phrase but it really does fukin happen that way.
