Wednesday 20 August 2008

Major Boothroyd, Call Your Service

Only two things have kept me from buying an Aston Martin DBS. One is the fairly obvious and annoying fact that I'm a freelance writer and consequently as poor as a church mouse. The other is that until now there wasn't a stylish Swiss watch that would unlock the doors.

Probably just as well that point one still holds. With my luck I'd press the wrong button and fire the Stinger missiles.

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