Well took the car into the body shop today, they took one look and proclaimed it to be unfit to
drive (the car, not me, although I’m sure Catherine would say differently). So I’ve just spent the
evening tearing round town in a resplendent turquoise Vauxhall Corsa. Not a bad wee car, albeit a
bit less powerful than mine, and certainly lagging way behind Banditos!.

But that being said, it has its advantages too, air-con (we have a sunroof instead, although
neither is much use when you live in Scotland and it’s November), those little paddle things on the
steering wheel so you can play with the stereo whilst driving, and that’s about it really. But
those little paddle things are pretty cool.

All we’re waiting for now is the body shop to let us know whether or not the car’s worth
repairing. It looks as though we’ll find out on Friday. We then need to wait for the insurance
company to give their approval, which could take another 48 hours. And then we need to book it in
to actually get the repairs done. So it could be Corsa mania for the foreseeable future! It also
solves a dilemma, we’re due to be going down to Stirling this weekend for a concert at the Castle,
and we had no idea how we were going to make the trip. Snow Patrol and Travis are now firmly back
on the agenda.

Oh, and the West wing was good – a documentary style programme about a day in the life of C.J.!
It’s probably the only programme at the moment I make a point of watching (although Peter Kay’s new
programme on Channel 4’s always going to be a favourite).