Monday evenign saw the delivery of a new Motor so on Tuesday decided I should do the grown up thing and thrash its b0llocks off a quiet stetch of motorway. En route to the quiet patch I hit what I thought was a plastic bag, but the thud rattle and slight loss of control told me it was something else. I must have been a body or a sleeping horse or something, smashed the fog lights, bumped the wing and tore a big bucket of trim off..... I had a public tantrum on the hard shoulder and cracked on, sulking that my new toy was fcked. The following morning I delivered the motor to the garage but instead of waiting for the courtesy car I dived in the other motor and hit the road. No sat nav so i ended up well and truly bad tempered beyong belief. When I eventually found the hotel car park, in a rage I missed the entrance so opted for a sly maneouvre and drove through the exit. What an expensive move that turned out to be, a big yellow ballard appeared and quite literally pulled the front end of the car off. I was over joyed, leapt from the car dropping and breaking my sunglasses and began to kick the living daylights out of the nearside rear wheel. All I managed to do was knack my toe, resulting in the toenail going black. Two fcuked cars in two days, one bust toe and a Â£7k+ bill...... Anyone else been thrust into the festive season in a stroppy temper.