Please Consider.
I was taking a poo, and having a squiz at Facebook marketplace. A rare occurrence of successful multi-tasking that is both unhygienic and likely to cause some sort of cancer down the line. Interrupted, a mate texted me asking how my Saturday was shaping up. As I returned to Facebook, the homepage served up something attention grabbing. I was getting an idea of what my Sat might look like. So I picked up Sam, without really explaining what a Magna was, mostly because if he knew he wouldn't have come. And then using that train of thought, I forced Ziggy to come and ensure someone would counter my upbeat energy. All-in-all it was great fun and we had a killa time. Initially I could feel Sam's distress as we parked in a dirt carpark comprised of beat up Commodores , Magna's and 3eighties . I had to explain this was not the display. And so heading inside the former Tonsley assembly plant our excitement picked up massively. Now I'll do my standard little preface - there we...