Car again...
I'm on a highway to hell....

Apparently it was prophesised by scientific methods that yesterday would be the most depressing day of the year. Based on several factors like weather, debt time since Christmas ect. The full article and formula can be foundhere. The reason I mention it is that it although I can't speak for anyone else, it most certainly was a most depressing day for me and it had nothing to do with their formula, well ok maybe a little....

At approximately 13.30 I was leaving a medical centre feeling all smug that I'd fixed their server in record time. However upon leaving the car park I heard a rattling sound coming from what I initially thought was the front right tire, I was unable to stop and have a look as I was now on the main road and in traffic. I decided to have a look when I reached my next job, as it wasn't too far away. However when I was about half way there I heard a loud popping sound from the front right of the car. Warning lights started to flicker to life on the dashboard. Suddenly a alarm starts to sound.
"Bloody hell my cars got a red alert!" I scream before realising that it is in fact a near by buildings alarm that is going off. Drawing my attention back to my instruments I notice that the engine temperature is rapidly rising.
"Ye gawds!" glancing around for a place to pull in before the car over heats and explodes engulfing me in fiery flaming death I realise there is nowhere! Cars parked everywhere! There's no place to pull in I’ll just have to grin and bear it until I can pull into that business park up ahead. Christ on a bike look at those traffic lights, a red. Just what I need. Erm brakes, shit brakes, oooo bugger! I would at this point like to use words such as swerved, skew and slew and say how I darted between the traffic quicker and faster then a greased weasel. I would love to be able to say that. Unfortunately this wasn't what happened as much to my chagrin I quickly discovered that my power steering had also gone. Which left me with all the handling and fast paced turning of a small continent. Instead I just hurtled through with much horn blowing and flashing lights in my direction. I finally reached the business park and managed to pull the mighty brute in. A look under the bonnet reveals that my engine belt has come off and also that several bearings are worn off. Bugger I'm not going to be going anywhere in that. So being the cheap skate that I am rather then stump up a bit of brass for a tow truck to come and tow me to a garage, I ring up one of my work colleges who's a member of Greenflag to come and sit in
My car and pretend that he's broken down so they'll send out a tow truck to pick him up for free, see always thinking me, always thinking. After about a hour of sitting in my car freezing my nuts off my cow-orker arrives. I inform him that I need to go have a quick slash he agrees to stay with the car and tell the tow truck driver what has happened.
Unbeknownst to my hapless college the nearest toilet is situated in the pub down the road. After another hour of drinking beer and staring at comely wenches I returned to my car to find it being hauled onto a tow truck. With nothing left to do but wait till my college came back to pick up his car and give me a lift back to work I returned to the pub.

I would later carry on drinking and end up coming home at three in the morning after losing a fight with a potted plant.
I of course found this all very funny until I woke up this morning with a splitting headache a long walk to work and a splinter in my bum. I would also later be hit with the repair bill..... But that’s another story.