Bastards. That's probably 60 quid down the drain.
I think my car is slowly morphing me into Jeremy Clarkson. God, I used to be such an eco-snob. I used to be all, "I'm not contributing to global warming. I use public transport. I'm so virtuous. My farts cause CO2 to dissolve, don't you know?"
And then I went and passed my driving test. Now I'm getting urges building up inside. Urges to zoom around in my car, taking out speed cameras with a .50 calibre that I've mounted on the sunroof.
I swear, if I were to sit in my car for a bit, prodding the accelator pedal and listening to it going vrooom, VROOOOM then after about half an hour I'd get out of my car again looking like this:

