1939 Rover 12

1939 Rover 12

For those of you who read my previous post which suggested you should look for the small photo of my good self languishing on the bonnet of my 1939 Rover 12 and wondered where said photo was secreted I have uploaded a rather larger version, although I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so large.

The way things are going I may have to change the name of what is fast becoming a motoring diary rather than a diary of a country bumpkin and with that in mind I have to report that I have had yet another whimsy turn and purchased yet another motor.

The purchase was facilitated with the assistance of ebay and I suspect, the occasion of an ‘important’ football match which left just myself and one other chap available to bid on a rather splendid 1967 Morris Minor 1000.

Whilst everyone else was apparently engrossed elsewhere I was lucky enough to purchase said car complete with MOT, (remember them?) for the price of one which would normally only be of use as spares.

We went down to Brighton to pick her up and I was immediately impressed by the lack of brakes however as someone who started life with a 1935 Austin Seven I was used to looking at the horizon before making decisions about whether there was any likelihood of having to stop the bugger or not.

New drum brakes have since been purchased along with new hoses, fan belt and many other essential service items at what seem like very reasonable prices.

I will at some time in the future post a photo of the Morris Minor, in the mean time may I take this opportunity to wish all my fellow classic car enthusiasts happy motoring and toodle pip for now.

 

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About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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