So this is what normal life is like. TV Talent shows, the price of fish, and actually giving a toss about which bloke kicked which ball where.

You see this month I am driving that stalwart of of automotive inconsequence; The StopGap Car. This makes things change, so much that I have temporarily lost an inner slice of automotive geekery.
After selling the LPG'd barge that was my E32 Seven Series (insert sad face), I was undecided as to what would suffice as a replacement. This was mainly due to the fact that I couldn't find an LPG'd Lexus LS400 for the £856 in my online penny jar. The upshot was buying back an old heap of a car from a friend who I had sold it to a month previously. It is utilitarian, it is dull, the running gear is a bit on the tired side, and it has a whopping great dent in the back door. However it is also an estate, does 35mpg in relative comfort and has a towbar.

Anyway, being in something worth £300 that I truly don't feel any affection towards means I can act like a human being; a conventional, Focus-owning, Nissan GTR-lusting human being. 
We went shopping last week in this wondrous machine. Loads of bags fitted in the boot, and I parked it right by the entrance in the first available space. I drove in forwards no less.
I literally can't remember ever doing that before; it is a whole new world engulfed in time-saving, fighting for spaces, and those stereotypical toddlers that always have chocolate (I think) on their rotund fingers whilst opening Mum's [eighteen]-Grand Scenic door into mine. The dent on this car though is so big it may actually improve things.

When I returned home, I even parked facing the 'wrong' way down the street. I then left the key dangling in the lock while I slammed the door. It was just for shits and giggles you understand, as I feel knowing what damaging your own possesions feels like may be useful to feel closer to conventional society. Oh, and I placed a box on the roof whilst unloading.

How do I know that I haven't changed? How to I know that I am not all of a sudden a person who judges a house by its house and not by its garage?

Easy. Because when walking away from this car, whether parked up in a scenic spot or even outside home, there is one thing that something with such a working relationship linked to the head and not the heart never compels me to do.

I never have a cheeky look-back.