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- Bohemian hermit recluse hiding in the mist-shrouded hills and backwoods of central France; went to art school in the mid-Sixties and never really left; masochistic supporter of Aldershotnil FC; fascinated by the mystery of disappearing odd socks; follically, cosmetically and vertically challenged but horizontally unchallenged, otherwise perfect (it says here); probably one of the luckiest geezers in the whole wide world.
What so wrong with that advise. I mean he seems to know a thing or two about cars. lol
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The advice seems to be spot-on. However, he doesn't mention the obvious - check to see if it's run out of petrol.
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