Historic? It's Legendary!!

To my knowledge it is the only Commer in the world to have been owned by a Japanese man living in Croydon.

H

Perhaps Rex's Dad snuck up behind you and put down a shovelful of "Stoker's Revenge".

Thanks Gilles (and the others)

I have had an idea! In 2004, I understand the Classic is in July. It is hardly worth driving the vielle camionette back to UK for a few weeks, so can I leave it in your garage after the race until the Classic? It will save the ferry fare. In the meantime you will be welcome to use it, though you might catch a disease from the old heap of junk. There are strange varieties of champignon growing in there, it's dark and it leaks. But no truffles found yet. Perhaps you would care to drive it back to the UK yourself in September in time for the Goodwood Revival.

If not is there a local caravan storage field?

Maybe you should add Monsieur Dream Machine to the map. However, if he specialises in Commers etc, maybe he should be called Nightmare Machine?

Thanks to all for your posts on the Bloody Nora thread. BUT:

Some of you may also have seen this link I posted some weeks ago.

http://classiccamperclub.tripod.com/memberstales.htm

My how we all laughed at these innocents abroad! But I have already been struck by the evil curse of Malcolm and Janet; my front hubs both overheated while whacking down the A23. Then it refused to start when hot, something that it has never done before. I am now dreading the roof light catch breaking and finding I don't have a suitable washer with which to fix it.

Seriously, does anyone know what I must do to repell this curse? I would be disappointed if it didn't involve having sex then slitting the throat of an associate member of the Caravan Club in a ritual sacrifice, whilst dancing naked around a burning Sprite Musketeer, singing Roger Whittacker numbers.

Be careful and don't forget you can get nicked for DD even on the ramp of the ferry. It happened recently!

Thank you one and all for your helpful comments and tips. I'll give it a bash.

How can I change a bitmap image into a jpeg or gif?

Just curious, and probably a silly question.

Thanks

Rick

I didn't know you were such a home for lost causes: Bath RFC, the Panoz and now Welling FC!

Incidentally, I still have one of your MB teeshirts, bought for me for xmas about four years ago. I wore it to cut the lawn last weekend.

f**k Me! as Roger Melly would say.

I have just had a phone call to tell me that some fool has written out an MOT certificate for the Commer! And it's completely legit!

It's been like waiting for a call from the maternity ward, pacing up and down, chain smoking. The most surprising news is it only failed on jagged rusty doors and sills, the windscreen washers, a dirty cooker hob, mouldy curtains and a noisy exhaust, all easily rectified over bank hol weekend.

Look out RAC, get that tow truck ready! LM here we come!

I think this was the same year that we had to put newspaper down on the car seats thanks to the yeast in the Boddingtons. We had run out of underpants, yet "accidents" kept occurring. We then nearly had the police called on us at 3.00 in the morning by a hotel owner who complained we were farting too loudly and waking up the other hotel guests.

Being of a squeamish disposition, I'm not sure it's entirely necessary to post this sort of thing. Oh? It is? Right-o.

In that case:

I had a similar experience, the downside being I was in Carpark Rouge where there are no bogs. I really was remarkably desperate, the fuse had about ten seconds left to burn. This was due to some cheap Boddingtons bought on the ferry which still had a yeast problem.

So I nipped into a tent handily pitched nearby, having first checked the occupants were not around. I think it belonged to some nice Germans or Dutch people and we were parked next to them. So in I went with me bog roll and black bin bag. Five minutes later, having nearly blown the back of the bag out, I tidied up and left.

I thought no more of it, until the next morning when the owners of the tent got up at about 8.00 to make a cup of coffee. They were remarkably cheerful, singing and joking. All of a sudden, I heard them go quiet. Then a terrible heaving and gakking noise could be heard, followed by some shouting. I lay on the floor feigning sleep. They packed up and left immediately. I discovered the source of their horror lying on the grass. A well soiled length of bog roll which I must have accidentally left lying in their tent. Obviously they had not seen it in the dark when they got back the night before. Poor bastards!

Question. If I ever see them again, should I aplogise?

Smokie

What make of vans were they??? I'll bet they were Peugeots.

Mr Vanarak

H man,

Surely everyone knows this sort of thing.

The JU250 (which many people wrongly call the 250JU) was a crap Austin/Morris forward control panelvan from the late 50's/early 60's. It was replaced by the J4 in the mid sixties, another crap forward control panelvan. This was replaced by the Leyland Sherpa, a crap panelvan. It is still around today in modified guise and is now known as the LDV, and still a crap panelvan. As any reader of Classic Van and Light Commercial could tell you.

Will we never learn?

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This gets threatened every time, but never seems to happen. It's usually only for 24 hours.