I’m sad to say that two days after the blooming Fords post was up, there was a savage reduction in Bedford post vibrancy. It’s gone, assumedly after reading this organ. I can visualise a scenario, possibly with a spouse storming in with an iPad. “I told you to sell those bloody Fords! You’re an inter fucking national pariah now Derek! Are you satisfied?” Maybe the Fordist should make a comment and resolve all bets. I think we have lost something.
Noice mags, though.
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Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
Thus passes the glory of the world.
Alas that Qantas has just resumed its service to Singapore when this international tourist attraction has disappeared.
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It’s almost like Isis dynamiting Palmyra.
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Maybe Alfred Cove.
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There’s a special Rapture for old Fords.
The Maker of Fords, having a personal relationship with all His creations, saw TWOP and acted. Derek may have checked out too, hard decision but car first, then dawg. Somewhere in Bedford tonight, a disconsolate dawg prowls his street, pads to his master’s favourite pub, chucks a lefty to the servo where he used to work, trots past the Chinese takeaway, howling unrequited at the moon
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Beautiful. I think the front wheels need aligning. The rest should buff out.
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