I don’t want to cause trouble

or deny people their pleasure, but that new Fiat 500 that is everywhere – to be honest, it puts me in mind of a Nissan Micra. It’s not exactly this, is it?

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20 Responses to I don’t want to cause trouble

  1. Ovookla says:

    You’re right, the cars are different, although for some reason both of them remind me of Millhouse from the Simpson’s.

  2. bumble says:

    well . . . . . . . . . . . . me not being a petrol head or great admirer of cars in general (as long as it,s legal i,ll drive it !) and bearing in mind they,re like rocking horse mierde up these here hills, i thought it was a realy groovy looking car when i last saw one. although i,m sure you appriciate my comment, i dont suppose that,s helped one iota !! never mind i,d just jetwashed the old nissan patrol and thought a car thingy on your blog was quite a coincidence !! lots of love>XX> p.s. wheres os ??

  3. bumble says:

    my copoota was on the go-slow, the piccys just come up !!!!!!! are you insane its a loverly mowta john look at thm curves (bmw pooftaboy)

  4. Stephen Foster says:

    That is a picture of the OLD Fiat 500, Bumble Boy. Try to follow the text.

    *head in hands*

  5. OS says:

    Ha ha. Where does Bumble Marciano live? On the Kamchatka Peninsula?

    Here ya go, BM. ;)

    http://www.carpages.co.uk/fiat/fiat_images/fiat-500-16-04-08.jpg

  6. Rory says:

    As an American I’ve always looked at the smaller, Euro versions put out by American companies with awe. I remember seeing ads for Ford cars in the NME or Q magazine back in the 1990′s and they were like looking at something from another planet. Having toured England in a 16 person bus and having to help the professor look out the sides to make sure we weren’t hitting the houses on the side of the one way road I figured out quickly why the cars were so different.

    Space truely is relative. Would you say it’s a relatively far distance between London and Coventry? The high school I coached soccer at had to travel that far to face district rivals, greater distances for the Regional tournament or some other non-district games.

  7. Stephen Foster says:

    Some people would say it’s relatively far between London and Coventry Rory, it’s the context of your life really – because we do Norwich-Stoke with due frequency I would think of London-Cov as a reasonable hop.

  8. markelt says:

    Distance is a cultural thing as well though isn’t it. Stoke has six towns and when you hear the natives of one speak about the others, you’d think they were from different planets.

    Of couse I’m from Newcastle Under Lyme so I can watch all you Neckenders and whatever squabble from the moral high ground.

  9. Stephen Foster says:

    Yes indeed distance is totally cultural Professor Gray* Man; for example I was only half a football ground away from you last night yet we were worlds apart, me with my tribe, you nibbling moules frittes vol-au-vents with your social equals.

    *American Grey

  10. markelt says:

    I was not and am not a corporate shill. I was in with the so-called Gooners listening to their paranoid dribblings and holding the Stoke end up while you were ensconced safely in the bosom of Mother Potteries.

  11. Stephen Foster says:

    * holding the Stoke end up *

    defending TFP? That must of messed with your mind.

  12. OS says:

    Was Pippa with you, Mark? *snigger.

    STOP PRESS!

  13. OS says:

    Ooops… :(

    STOP PRESS! Shaffers/Zainz has now changed to ‘Rare’. A steakhouse. It opens Monday.

  14. markelt says:

    In a nutshell: He may be a cunt, but he’s our cunt.

  15. markelt says:

    Is that acceptable language on this here blog?

  16. markelt says:

    Steak is hard to do well. I fear the worst

  17. Stephen Foster says:

    Not officially, but since it’s a middle-class steak-snob speaking I’ll let it pass [21 day air-dried and kiln-hung wink here; pls try not to serve the fucking thing with walnuts]

  18. Stephen Foster says:

    Actually there’s a steakhouse called Rare here in Norwich; I wonder if it’s a chain or if that’s just what restauranters most frequently come up with when forced to name a steakhouse.

    In S-o-T it would surely be better called Well Done-to-Cremated.

  19. Stephen Foster says:

    Alan Cookman is still alive \o/

    And is still referring to ‘Herself’ and to ‘Son and Heir’ all these decades later \o/

    All that’s missing is ‘the Slum on Wheels’ \o/

    AND he’s eaten a pound and a quarter of steak the fatty! \o/

    This will be coming up to a post of its own my good man.

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