AAAAAGH WASH

ok, we all have something thats a weak spot. A little chink in the armour, a kink in the steel, or a flaw in the glaze.. i have thousands of them, i'm greedy like thaat or so it would seem.

There are the rational irrational fears: fear of the dark, fear of heights, fear of clowns, fear of death, fear of getting one of those letters from the taxman demanding money, and then there are the irrational irrational fears, and i present to you.... the car wash.

Bloody hate them, i'm convinced that the huge rollers are going to smash through the dubious protection of my windscreen, leaving me exposed and naked to the ravages of the soap and water squirters,

and then, almost drowned, but with the smell of fear replaced by a pine fresh fragrence the huge blowers trundle toward me with the inevitability of the guillotine to the stretched neck, on and on they come, booming out my cries of help with their bassy cries of triumph....

left hand on hand brake, right hand on wheel, engine running, hold it on the clutch, engine straining to go, body hunched over as far in fear and tension....

then a gap, daylight, freedom, go go go....

i might buy a sponge and bucket next week instead!