not me, my mate. The car we went halves in, he blew up the motor (dropped a cylinder) whilst doing burnouts and donuts! I'm not mad, we have 2 other engines available so we will just do an engine transplant next weekend.
Right at this moment I am comtemplating asking a friend to join me for a nice
flounder dinner, at a nice cosy Greek restaurant in Portsmouth. She's suppose to call back. Oh... didn't I tell you, the bride is outta town this week.