My mate in N/umberland had no seat cushions in his you sat on the floor he went with me to Heart Of England and John W. gave me a load of sponge . One of my other mates removed his seats same colour and after doing him some good turns I asked any chance of the seats for the other lad ( not as chatty as me to ask ) I picked them up in the wifes car and one w/end at a BBQ we set off my mate in his seatless +8 . He was so bad at finding his way he needed a map and a guide to the end of his street . He was following me up the A1 and it was hot and sunny all of a sudden he shot past trying to stand up as he drove, a mile or so along he was in the hard shoulder fashers going . I pulled up whats up broken down , yes did you see that, what, that golf with the top down the bird was driving topless . I had missed it . Hence he stood up and stamped on the pedal so hard his hydralic lifters buggered up and needed a stop to sort themselves out . He had a grin on his face like a teenager who had seen his first pair . I never know how to put this but was I driving good by watching the cars and missing the girl , or was it bad driving .
