“I like driving in my car, it's not quite a Jaguar. I like driving in my car, I'm satisfied I've got this far.” If someone is singing that whilst approaching your house then beware, it could be the first sign of Madness. Oh, come on, that’s a legitimate joke and I stand by it, so shush. Anyway, you may have noticed I’m not Suggs and as such you may now be questioning why I’m suddenly quoting him. As you’ll soon see, there’s method to my madness (sorry).
You will be relieved, or perhaps disappointed, to hear that this won’t be a blog about the Ska music scene of the late 70s and early 80s. Rather I’m going to be talking about the subject of cars. This isn’t my pitch to be one of the new presenters on The Grand Tour – thankfully there’s no vacancy anyway, given Richard Hammond’s recovery from his latest escapade, but it is directly related to my day job of locksmith. “But how?” you cry, “for cars are not houses..” and I would give an enigmatic smile and direct you to the news story here - http://www.thestar.co.uk/news/thieves-target-high-value-cars-in-doncaster-1-8586423. At which point you’d understand, nod, and ask me to continue. Well, I’ll assume that anyway as otherwise this blog would be ending considerably early.