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A Car Called Alfred
For Richard, growing up on a diet of K’nex and Scrap Heap Challenge, this was heaven. Not only a night out but one looking for cars.
Tonight we were looking at two Alfa’s at different garages. With Martin checking body work and Richard and I sizing them up for leg room and gadgets we must have been a salesman’s nightmare.
The first, a black one, we discounted due to what appeared to be a dodgy paint job towards the back and what seemed to be claw marks from a large animal on the top.
The second, seemed in better condition and after chatting to the salesman we went to the pub for a meal and a drink and to decide on the next step.
“What was that car called again ?”, Richard asked me as he tucked into fish and chips, “An Alfred ?”.
