Money can't buy you taste

As I walked through Soho last week, I saw the most ridiculous car parked on Elgin Street. I paused, performing a genuine double take, then went back to the flat and got my camera, so I could prove I'd seen this:

(That was no trivial undertaking in itself. I had tired legs from running, four flights of stairs to climb, and one of the heaviest cameras Canon have seen fit to make.)

Prang

After another beautiful day on Monday, Tuesday was foggy and gray. We drove out to Lunenburg, where the sun materialised and everything was beautiful and shiny.

Vroom with a view

Tonight we're off to see Fast & The Furious 5, the fifth episode of The Fast & The Furious. Well, I think the fifth episode; things get confusing with the fourth one being a reboot. That's right, the fourth film was where they tried to bring it back to basics because it was becoming too outlandish. Because what you really want from The Fast & The Furious is nitty-gritty, kitchen sink realism. And a man with no hair (and no shirts that have sleeves) living his life 400 metres at a time.

More doughnuts, cats, cars

We left the city of Dartmouth and headed out into the wintry wilds again, driving through the fog into the middle of nowhere. As we ploughed on, strange signs wafted up from the whiteness: grapes, golfers, and then at last, the sacred service station, with its promise of sweet, sweet gasoline and delicious fried foods.