John in Reykjavik. I am glad you like it. The beloved vehicle is however a 1971 Morris Minor Traveller. Only once did I breathe deeply into the hood of my anorak, and attend an owners' club rally. This was at Blenheim Place, where Mrs Oakley and I won a rosette for most pissed in show. The scene was a little compulsive and obsessive for my liking, so I decided to become a musician instead. Which is a lot more balanced and healthy. Now, how do you compose a post without bloody drivelling?