Stupid.

The big (long) move from London to Skelmersdale was interesting enough, there was the K70L and the the Wolseley Hornet, and in the middle a beaten up Ford van because no-one would rent us one.

When I moved the car up North, I was alone in the K70L and I picked up a hitchhiker on the motorway and wished I hadn't, I ended up going out of my way and virtually delivered the guy to his front door and he must have thought I was a complete homosexual or something. Also the fact that the car was full of stuff must have made him think I was a professional cat burglar.

Subsequently I lost interest in the car, mainly because the Wolseley was more fun and cheaper to drive. I ended up selling it to a guy in Kirkby. (August 16th 1977). I think he asked me "This hasn't had any body work done has it?" and, of course I told him the truth...

I think it was sold for about six hundred and eighty quid, less than six months after it was bought and after all that money was poured into it for the exhaust, wipers and paint job.

Stupid.