I hate washing cars. What the hell was I thinking of? I should've just taken it to the nearest Shell Aqua-valet as usual, rather than foolishly attempt to achieve something of a physical nature. Can anybody explain to me how you wash a car by hand without it ending up all streaky? Morky now looks worse than he did when I started, to the extent that somebody else is now doing the job "properly", lest he lowers the tone of the cul-de-sac. I'm sweaty and dirty and stinking of car shampoo, and for what?
Lisa I'Anson on the car radio - "It's the hottest day of the year, it's caught most people out somewhat, so what are you doing to make the most of the sun?" Well, Lisa, darling, I've retreated inside with a bottle of Evian and a Marvin Gaye CD, where I shall sit and code Java applets until sunset. Ah, heaven!