Hammonds

And I won't sit down, and I won't shut up, and most of all I will not grow up.

Well except maybe for the pension plan part, because as of this week I have one. Fuck knows exactly what this means, or how it actually works. I haven't got a clue. All I know is i'll be a couple of hundred quid worse off a month, but in 50 years time i'll be laughing. If i'm not dead by then.

Still, the not growing up part. This weekend I move out of the shared house i'm in, and into a place with my girlfriend. Just renting, but the first time i've ever moved in with a girlfriend. Even went bed shopping last weekend. Incidently, bed shopping. Ignore any half price offers they throw at you, thats just the bait. Cause the mattresses that come with the beds are like sleeping on pebbles. You fins a bed you like, thats comfy as hell, and oh look, you're budget just trebled. Hello credit card.

Now, I know, all of the above doesn't sound very much like not growing up, intact it sounds exactly like growing up, so, time to bring back an equilibrium to all of this. I like my cars. I enjoy driving, and I take pride in the cars I own to make sure its the right one for me. Cars to me, are like guitars to a guitarist. You know when you find the right one. What works for you, might not for someone else.

About 9 months ago, I decided i'd had my fun with pissing about with petrol drinking, big engined, pocket rocket, hot hatches, and instead i'd find a balance between power and economy. That balance came in the form of a MK4 Golf GT TDI. Went for a higher spec model so i still got leather interior, cruise control etc. Everything apart from the engine was essentially just a newer version of my previous car. Its great to drive, has easily enough power for any kind of manoeuvre you are likely to need to perform on Britains roads (without risking killing yourself) and is saving me money in fuel, but, and there is a but, I just don't love it the way I did my old car. So, come August, when i've had it a year, and got it serviced and Mot'd, i'll be trading. I let my head rule my heart last time, this time my heart is going to rule my head. Which means, fuck the global economy, fuck rising fuel prices, and fuck emissions tax, fuck my bank balance and most importantly fuck growing up. Time to up the stakes a little. Thinking either the MK5 Golf R32 (basically my last car but 10 years newer), or, a BMW M3. A friend of mine has the latter and she's made a dangerous suggestion i take hers for a spin. Dangerous, because i'm pretty sure once i drive it, that will be my mind made up.

Now, just gotta convince the girlfriend that all this is a good idea

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