
Anyway, this "Taxi" was a Sierra, one with the later, non-Peugeot Diesel engine.
It smelt of wee and stale chips.

Next time, I'll insist on exercising my right to drink water at meetings and drive myself, in a car that doesn't stink of stale chips quite so badly....
There was a (1948?) Austin 12 - of the type driven by that heartbeat character who lives with her nephew and a shaggy labradoodle - in the car park at work today, it wasn't there for long and was parked in a space reserved for BoT members. Hoorah! Can this mean the end of the LEA's bulk Prius-buying policy?
