yesterday i was thinking it was about time i watching a new David Fincher film when up come the credits on a cracker and there's his name "the curious case of Benjamin Button" from which the words above are paraphrased. so i see this Ford GT 500 smashed outside a salvage yard thinking it's a beautiful thing that someone has enjoyed and this American car is an uncommon vehicle in the North of England. i return later with my camera, and the hoods up, headlight hanging off the floor blinking and two blokes inside, it must be the salvage guys sorting it out i thought. I wait for them to get out so i can ask to take some photos, not 20 seconds and a guy walks round,
"what they doin'?"
"i don't know"
opens the door,
"what yer doin?"
"rars whreere eree"
"get out of my car!"
out falls two bums, their dog and the remains of a 2litre bottle of 'value' cider meerin' and marin' about how they mean no harm and weren't doing anything wrong, they hung about like people do when they're smashed until they left when he quite rightly told them to do one."Mind if i take some photos mate?"
"It's seen better days, but go ahead"
Two wasted old bums sat in a smashed up GT 500, flickin' the switches...
ace
