YOU’VE GOT ME THIS MONTH, not our Quad’s regular custodian, Mr Gallagher, but sadly that’s not an indicator that I’ve snaffled the keys to our beloved Alfa on a more permanent basis. No, my act of putting fingers to keyboard this month is for rather less savoury reasons, and it concerns the Alfa’s tyre-wear issues.
The conversation with the editor, somewhat one-sided, went something like this: ‘You destroyed them at Rockingham, so you can write about it.’ Fearing the headmaster’s office, I immediately pointed out how hooligan James Disdale had done the same to another set on a different occasion and, please sir, that’s so unfair, sir. James is on holiday, though, so I’m writing this.
So what exactly is going on? Have we suddenly turned into thugs every time…
