His motor, part 3

So I've got the silver machine back from the garage [entry]. Turns out that the starter motor was fucked, so I've just spent almost half what I paid for the car getting it sorted.

Not good. March might be a poor month now.

As my brother helpfully pointed out:

You and cars, ya cursed.

Yeah, I'm not going to mention that he manages to kill a mobile phone and a CD player about once every three months. When he walks into Dixons all of the electrical goods cross themselves and fork the sign of the evil eye at him.

I can see that happening when I walk past car showrooms the way things are going.

Later . . .