Thought I saw the WS hidden in the artwork!

Rusty

See the Le Louche film Rendezvous got a plug on Top Gear. Remind me where I can buy it!

H, my wheel bearing are fine now (touches wood), unlike the bearing in my head. The hot starting problem persists though, it's the Evil Curse of Malcolm and Janet. So upon leaving the pub this evening I went to see the local Vicar to ask his help to get it excorcised. Having explained the problem, he told me I had meddled with powers beyond my imagination and best to f**k off son. He had been at the communion wine again.

Hope the Jagwarr behaves this year, unlike it's owner. Oh, will you be bringing Little H this time or have you thought better of it?

PS Why will you have a Little Andy Williams in the car? Will Raoul not be jealous?

Are you sure it's male, with nips like that looks like it's had ten litters of pups. Maybe the "big deek" is a prolapsed uterus. I have been drinking again this afternoon, the wife is away.

Nothing probably. The Commer has one of those old gas powered radios but the pilot light keeps going out.

Infamy! Infamy! They've all got it in for me!

Go on Gilles. Try some Molliere.

"Friends, Romans, countrymen. Lend me your camping pass."

As I understand it, legally (in the UK at least), the broadcaster is responsible for the output of the station. So I wonder what the effects would be if certain "colourful language" was used, particularly in reference to the tightarsed nature of the hosts. It would be easier to get half a lager out of a Scotsman.

I expect they keep all the goodies to dish out amongst themselves after the race. Or am I being a tad cynical?

Nothing "racy" in that tent I can assure you, just a very large woman. They used to weigh her knockers on the scales. I cant remember how much they each weighed, but it was about the same as the average bloke. They were about three foot long with big veins in them and as flat as a Crepe grand marnier. Amazing!

Erta's dead now, god bless her. And a little bit of Le Mans folklaw went with her.

They're right bastards like that.

My mate won a PS2 game a couple of years ago on a RLM phone-in quiz. But when he went to the office in the Village to claim the prize they pretended to know nothing about it. Not very impressed to say the least.

Bid Erta I think?? For those gents old enough to remember.

Do you have a pic of the Snake Girl H? Or the head on a coffee table?

Wotcher Dan,

Found a treasonable route last year, when we were heading for Deauville on the sundat post race. I can't remember exact route but will post up details when I dig out my french map.

However, I think it involved going out on the Paris road from Le Mans and then swinging North through a town called Mamers, then up to Lisieux which a is a stonker of a road, fast twisties up and down hill plus a few long long straights. Did it in the Impreza a couple of years ago on way down to PQ and near sh*t myself with the excessive speed.

Keep your eyes peeled here.

Andy Z

PS Are you and the Twats planning on getting booted out of the Stella Bar again at Tetre Rouge this year?

The 1999 (wrongful) arrest was a shameful episode which so nearly brought the good name of Team Zarse into serious disrepute. It involved many pints of Normandy cider, a long flagstaff, the Mayor of Alencons bedroom and a goat. Seriously!

It is not for posting on a family website.  I expect the story will come out at the champagne bar though.

There is a handy sink in the back of the Commer which drains directly into the rear wheelarch. I suppose it is the mobile equivalent of the sink in a students' bedroom.

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