I love my car.
I hate my car.

I don’t drive anywhere near enough to make having it worthwhile. It’s so much easier to jump on the Tube when you live in London. And apart from occasional trips to Oxford I don’t really need it.

Trouble is, if I don’t use it regularly, the battery dies about every six months. So every couple of days I have to drive somewhere I don’t really want to go. Or just sit in it with the engine running, polluting the world. And don’t get me started on the cost of insurance for having this shiny silver thing parked outside my house.

Sigh. Anyone wanna buy a 1995 Mitsubishi FTO?

Ok, so doing a site like this is really quite sad. And about 10 months out of date already. But I don’t care.

And I’m sure nobody will read this, but having some kind of blog might just give me an excuse to wake up in the mornings. So here it is.

Don’t kill me.