Whenever I see
that poorly-designed kit, I think:
Then I hear it say:
"A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti."
I wouldn't have those seats, as some spotty herbert's arse has touched both the driver and passenger seat. I wouldn't want to run the risk of contracting gonorrhoea from my nice new leathers
If I were to get hold of his leathers, copious amounts of Barry Scott's best would be needed.
BANG!! And the chav residue is gone!
