Miss Kane, maths teacher. Not because I liked maths but because she was fucking hot.
Miss Phillips, art mistress, probably getting on for 60 but looked exactly as you’d expect of an artist and drove a sports car like she’d stolen it 🙂
Oh and Mr. Hamlyn, deputy head who was a genuinely decent, clever, and a funny guy who could reduce a class to tears of laughter.
In Surrey. Punching the air 😀
Yes, I’ve had Aygo courtesy cars, they’re quite good fun and can be chucked about a bit too. I’m 6’5” and found them surprisingly roomy inside and not uncomfortable for doing the nipping about that they’re designed for. Of course the advantage of having a Toyota badge rather than a Peugeot badge is that people won’t automatically assume you’re an old fart 😁 (And this matters because I’m only approaching being an old fart 😳)
Don’t flush it down the loo. Keep it for your felching hamster.
It’s a shitting Peugeot, it’s already a mobile trash can 😜
Who do these clowns think they are, Mitchells & Butlers?
The unsold stock are returned to the warehouses where they hatch into next years Easter bunnies. Circle of life an’ all that.
Lettuce Connect, so I’m told 🙂
When you get to a certain age there’s always a p in the middle.