Official witness statement....

Your Oilyracer Worships, Lords, Gentlemen and Royal Brass Buffing Men of Yorkshireshireshire. 'I' Albert Crackleport do swear on the holy workshop manual of Virago that I was present when the Commer Cried ! (Lucky Bastar* I know)
It was a tense moment......in fact it was a suprise too, for the compressional explosion was unexpected..
4 Wise men were there to witness this happening.............What an honour.......1 of 4 that's me ! Not quite as famous as 7 of 9 but I will be soon............(Albert Crackleport 1 of 4 mmmmmmm suits me!)
It is only now after an extended lie down and a flagon (or 2) of falling down cider can I start to remember the event.....
Hey guys......................ya gonna have to stay tuned on this one 'cos the painful recall could be spread over an earth day or two........................or three.............dependant on the alcohol lubrication of the memory databank.
Stay tuned................................I am entering recover mode......................I'll be back a.s.a.p.

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The cry of the Commer Comet....

without words.....

The clock has ticked - it has started.

Well a big hello to all you Oilyracer Bloggyheads......Albert 'C' here...
A small corner of Belgium awaits.......I have prepared for the journey and am ready to answer the call !
First though I have had to make and pack my sandwiches.......it's hell of a long way to the Arcade.
So, here's what your Uncle Alb will be having for Sunday lunch tomorrow.....(Under the Channel on the Euroshuttle)
A French Bagette (Morrisons really) with a Crackleport special B.L.T. filling....and I'm taking a pot of proper salad cream to pour on top at the last possible moment........mmmmmmmmm!

That should keep me going till teatime....

Keep checking in...........Next week is an important week....

Today ......I stole her hart

Bye Good old "Dodge Aspen Special Edition"

C.C.C

Cleaning the "Commer Comet"...