I'm A Horse Of A Man!

Supercars Are Supposed To Run Over Arthur Scargill And Then Run Over Him Again For Good Measure. They Are Designed To Melt Ice Caps, Kill The Poor, Poison The Water Table, Destroy The Ozone Layer, Decimate Indigenous Wildlife, Recapture The Falkland Islands And Turn The Entire Third World Into A Huge Uninhabitable Desert, All That Before They Nicked All The Oil In The World.

No, No, No. There's No Such Thing As Cheap And Cheerful. It's Cheap And Nasty & Expensive And Cheerful.

They Are By Far The Worst Drivers. They Are Spiteful, Dithering, Old And In The Way. They Should Have Their Licences Taken Away.

God May Have Created The World In Six Days, But While He Was Resting On The Seventh, Beelzebub Popped Up And Did This Place.

A Turbo: Exhaust Gasses Go Into The Turbocharger And Spin It, Witchcraft Happens And You Go Faster.