05 Mar 04
At the tender age of 18, I was daft enough to crash my mother's Mini, formerly pristine and sporting fetching Blaze orange bodywork, into a 200-year-old oak tree, causing its demise (the Mini's, not the oak's - the latter remains standing to this day).
AK40 off-road kart
In an effort to console his newly undertoothed younger brother, my elder sibling, ever the wit, scoured the High Street for a toy Crash Test Dummy doll. His idea was that, should I ever again be tempted to be so reckless (though as yet, I haven't), my small plastic accomplice could complete the destructive deed on my behalf, thus relieving me of additional dental work. Which, though loathe to grin a toothless grin about it at the time, I had to admit was pretty funny.
