Serial killer's must-have kit

So we decided to have a trip out to the Trafford centre (hastily pictured) to get a book or something. Just an excuse to get out of the house really.
Driving along through Chorlton, and there is a loud bang and a lot of clattering. We pull over and discover the rear tyre has blown:

loosen the wheelnuts - check
jack the car up - check
receive two offers of help - politely declined
remove the wheelnuts - check
get the new wheel ready to put on - check
take the old wheel off - oops, won't bluddy budge

No matter what we did, it wouldn't come off. So we had the embarrassment of having to call the AA and waiting in a cold wind for 40 minutes. I have never had a problem getting a wheel off - never (as long as I ignore the last time it happened when we were rescued by a nice chap in Wales called Roger Moore who went into his house and emerged with a two-pound club hammer and a big bit of wood with which he heftily clubbed the wheel off).

So I had filthy hands, was really cold, and well pissed off that I couldn't change a tyre. Then the AA man turned up. He went into his van and emerged with a two-pound club hammer and a big bit of wood with which he heftily clubbed the wheel off.
Also he had clean hands due to the fact he was wearing a nice pair of disposable gloves.

Anyway, he finished the job, put the new wheel on and we went on our way.

But I see the pattern now.

So now, in the car, as well as the car jack, I will have a two-pound club hammer, a big bit of wood and a packet of disposable gloves.

Flick pointed out that if it was searched by the police, they will assume that I'm a serial killer.