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We met Sabrina recently. There was, in fifties Britain, a model of alluring charms who called herself Sabrina. The owner of Sabrina, was quite taken with my car and after a pleasant exchange of niceties I asked if his car had a name. "Sabrina," he answered, "Because she's got a cracking pair of hooters," I suggested, then added: "My car is called Jessica, for a similar smutty reason." He laughed and asked me which car there, did I like? I said that the MG PA Airline was quite striking, then I turned the question around and asked him the same. He just looked at me with a silly grin. "Are you still thinking about our car's smutty names? I asked. "No," he said, "I was just thinking that the best car here is your shirt." To that I pointed to my hat, "Amazing!" He said, "how do I go about getting such a fine hat and shirt?" "You marry someone like my missus," I said. "Is she available," he enquired, smiling. "Probably not," I told him, "she's already explained that I have had over fifty years of training, and that she couldn't face that all over again." He laughed and said that his missus has made it very clear that MG doesn't stand for: My Girlfriend. He cracked me up, because that acronym has been mentioned in our household too.
The red car is the PA Airline and the green car is Sabrina.
The red car is the PA Airline and the green car is Sabrina.