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It was 1975/6, I was about 27/8 years old and I had read a lot about the new VW Golf (USA Rabbit) being a really good car and I had the itch to buy a new car.I lived with my wife and family in Tottenham, North London. There was a VW dealer about a mile away. We all went, to have a look.It was a fresh design and looked good in the colour above, that I had seen in the brochure. There were 3 door and 5 door options with 1100cc or 1600cc engines. After a nice test drive, I voiced that I would buy one, with 3 doors and a 1600cc engine.I was a moderately fast driver and some years before having a family, I had owned 3 sports cars:- A Cosworth engined Lotus 7, a Special equipment Lotus Elan and finally, an AC Cobra, with a 4.7ltr, half-race Shelby engine, so I was thinking that the 1100cc would send me to sleep.Back at the showroom, the salesman was spieling all of the poorly learned stuff he had half-remembered from the VW briefing. I had said nothing about my previous vehicles.I wanted an Ocean Blue, 3 door, because 3 door cars look the best, with a 1600 engine, please.There was one the right colour, but with the smaller engine, in the showroom, or several other Golfs in 3 and 5 door configuration, in various colours.The salesman could sense a successful sale and was trying very hard to persuade me to buy one of the showroom cars, but almost made me say something rude and leave, when, in desperation, he volunteered the opinion that I might not be comfortable driving the 75bhp 1600cc car because, and I remember his words well, “ It was like driving a racing car!”He looked a little puzzled, when my wife and I had a fit of the giggles!

Hello!Do I have an answer for you!As all, or at least most of you know Trump’s resort was scheduled to hold the next G7 meeting next June 2020. Rest assured that withdrawing that bid was the right thing to do.A Daily Mail reporter recently visited Trump’s Doral golf resort, where he wanted to lure foreign leaders and dignitaries like Buffalo Bill beckons luckless victims into shitty vans, and he found, well, a shithole.The Daily Mail visits @realdonaldtrump's Doral resort, finds:--Views of 2 different garbage dumps.--Mold on an A/C vent in the lobby and "on nearly every chaise-lounge by the pools."--Lingering fumes from jets on approach to MIA--Great service https://t.co/GJlSKdPpxd— David Fahrenthold (@Fahrenthold) November 1, 2019Fair warning, people with a delicate stomach better not read this until after dinner. This isn’t going to be pretty… Here we go!The Daily Mail:Visitors need only to sit by the aquarium windows of the resort's BLT Prime Restaurant to understand fully why it was ridiculous to even consider hosting an auspicious gathering like the G7 there.They can munch on a $106-porterhouse steak while enjoying the views of not just one but two county garbage dumps rising high above the golf course's palm-tree line – and getting higher by the day.If French President Emmanuel Macron was digging into a $38-Dover sole at a different window, he'd be able to spot, just to the west, the smokestacks and silos from a garbage-burning plant towering over the 12th hole of the resort's famed Blue Monster golf course.Oh, but it gets much worse:We checked out the Trump Spa, where guests can get a $300-massage with an anti-aging serum and organic oils that leaves 'your skin feeling like silk,' according to the resort's brochure.Silky skin, however, doesn't feel so silky if it touches the rim of the toilet in the men's gold-and-marble bathroom caked in what appeared to be feces, which we witnessed on the afternoon when we visited.There's the mold growing alongside a ceiling AC vent in the lobby and on nearly every chaise-lounge by the pools. As seen here;https://videos.dailymail.co.uk/video/backup/2019/11/01/2363233395656182395/960x540_MP4_2363233395656182395.mp4There are black stains in the large aging carpets by the lobby bar.During our stay, we found other malfunctioning equipment and questionable sanitary conditions at a resort where the average room goes for about $350 a night, placing it out of bounds for most Trump voters. Sanitary conditions like this;An overflowing cigarette waste receptacle outside one of the main entrances to the hotel.One more thing I just have to share with you:An airplane flies directly over the pool at the Trump National Doral Miami where noise from passing planes is constant and the planes were so low that bikini-clad floaters could get a whiff of kerosene fumes and see clearly the airline logos on the cabins.And that’s where Trump would’ve accommodated the other world leaders. Are you fucking kidding me? What kind of a disastrous, cataclysmic, gigantic, humongous embarrassment this would have precipitated on our country and its citizens as a whole?I rest my case. Happy weekend everyone and most of all, enjoy your dinner!

Carpeted bathroomsA washing machine smaller than your alarm clockChildren who can no longer tell a baseball bat from a golf clubA crusty old father in law sitting in the corner of his American son in law’s closet size living room, whinging about the weather and how much a pint of beer costs while farting into his American son in law’s cloth recliner, the one that looked a hell of a lot nicer on Wayfair and arrived seven weeks late and was delivered by an unsmiling deliveryman who had the temerity to ask to use the loo and then tracked cigarette butts through the front hallway and left the toilet seat covered in genital hairWellies that are permanently caked in so much mud that one cannot plausibly discern their original color and, despite repeated pleas from her American husband, the wellies will never ever be cleaned and will sit at the front door as a constant reminder of how stupid it was to move from California to this shithole excuse of a countryA British mother in law who complains about the way her American son in law makes her tea and orders his children to eat their peas with an upside down fork?A dishwasher so mind bogglingly small it washes only three plates at a timeA neighbor kid named Harry!- fucking HARRY! Sitting at my dining room table again! Mr. Roosevelt do you have any cake? Mr. Roosevelt why don’t you guys have the new XBOX 36090978 X9 blah blah blah? Who names their fucking kid Harry anyway? In every other country in the world Harry is not a name it’s an adjective. A dumb unflattering one. As in, ‘look at that fat dude with the hairy back’ or ‘you know Amber - the girl with hairy armpits?’ Mr. Roosevelt, why don’t you guys this, why don’t you guys that...Listen you little hairy shit Harry! - Why don’t you go home and ask your parents why they named you HARRY? I mean, your Dad is a freaking half Greek. He looks like a goddamn grizzly bear! You think just maybe he would have considered the fact that his quarter Greek kid would turn out hairy too? Look at your fucking hairy unibrow! Your hairy ears! And you’re only four years old!Rats that are permanently drunk on the beer that is spilled every Monday and Sunday by the Irish cleaning lady who steals from the suitcase sized refrigerator and gets away with it because the American is married to a Brit who is pathologically allergic to confrontation so not only does she not say anything she actually keeps buying beer for the drunk Irish cleaning lady to stealA kettle that never stops whistling. Never. Put the kettle on? Cup of tea? Put the kettle on? Let’s put the kettle on. Cup of tea? Who wants tea? Tea? Tea? Cuppa? Tea? I’ll go put the kettle on. Dad? Tea? Mum? Tea? NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NOT ANOTHER CUP OF TEA FOR YOUR PARENTS! THEY WILL NEVER LEAVE!!!! What about you Harry? Tea? OH GOD I HATE THIS COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!!!Two Anglo-American kids that need to spend a month in a Fortnite addiction rehab facility, a business that might thrive but doesn’t even exist because this is England and nobody here possesses the requisite vision and entrepreneurial spirit to get it done and the tiny percentage that do take a pass because they’re totally demoralized at the prospect of paying 98 percent in taxes so what’s the fucking point?A £1,789 bill for a license to watch TV??An MP campaign brochure for a politician who - in big bold font - claims he will shut down the third runway at Heathrow but his ability to do much of anything is called into question when the American homeowner notes that his brochure misspells Heathrow as “Heatrow”A picture of a sunny California beach, its frame and glass broken to bits because its owner was so frustrated by the memories it brought to mind that he went totally ballistic one Saturday afternoon and smashed it over the head of the person responsible for making that California beach not a reality but a memory - his British wife - but then calmed down long enough to drive the British wife along a skinny, one lane, mud and cobblestone road to the nearest A & E - one hundred and three miles away - and sit in the waiting room for nineteen and a half hours before giving up and returning home and putting the kettle on and sitting in total silence with his bloodied wife and drinking his first cup of tea and surrendering to the cold wet reality of his crap British life