In Bristol today, the inevitable happened. With a tear in no eyes, and no ceremony to speak of, it was with an air of "thank fuck for that" that I witnessed the passing of the last of the Great Pandas. Some 4 months since it's migration to the south, this poor endangered relic of bad design was consigned to its inevitable fate. Signed over to St John's great scrap-yard in the sky.

It was with a heavy heart that Miss Lucy Jeavons (48EE:26:36) forked out great wads of cash for the privilege of non-ownership of this rare & often loathed piece of trash. A poor excuse for a car, it was even keyless at the end, and passed away in silence, with a due sense of it's own worthlessness.

Yours in glee at finally seeing the back of it,

Squirrel