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Thread ID: 108645 2010-04-06 02:08:00 Cars for scrap in Britain..... Scouse (83) PC World Chat
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873431 2010-04-06 02:08:00 Most appear to be better/more recent than mine.

www.dailymail.co.uk 		Scouse (83)
873432 2010-04-06 02:15:00 Bureaucrats are insane. Metla (12)
873433 2010-04-06 02:39:00 That's nuts, I see a perfectly good Subaru Forester, and a Volvo S80 T6 in there, among others... :( wratterus (105)
873434 2010-04-06 02:41:00 yea actually there are some very drivable cars in there, never upset to see a worthless SUV crushed however :P Battleneter2 (9361)
873435 2010-04-06 02:48:00 Madness, little wonder we're F@#$%% the planet. KarameaDave (15222)
873436 2010-04-06 02:56:00 It's the old find work for the mass's.

Better to dig holes on the beach,next day you can start again,a job for life.

I some times think,what is the answer to our current mess,the answer of course doesn't come,but then the so called best brains in the world don't have the answer either,other than to scrap perfectly good cars so as to provide some jobs.

Terry will know of course,I mean he did work for Lucas. 		Cicero (40)
873437 2010-04-06 03:00:00 Stupid ****** poms what a waste of energy etc and resources to make something then scrap it before its had a life.
God knows how these **** for brains poms got an empire 		prefect (6291)
873438 2010-04-06 03:11:00 The great mind has spoken.
This is gong on all over the world,USA and Germany for two just off the top of my head,this is the top minds solution.
Why they don't confer with Prefect I don't know. 		Cicero (40)
873439 2010-04-06 03:14:00 All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

From a pom who wasn't stupid, lol. 		zqwerty (97)
873440 2010-04-06 03:20:00 From a pom who wasn't stupid, lol.

You will have to check with our resident genius on that. 		Cicero (40)
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