Week Six: In Which I Hob-Nob With The Toffs And Feel Love

We have some good news at last on the whole ‘˜shrinking industry’ front. There is a new outfit, so new that his website isn’t populated fully yet and while that may be the case, there will be an up welling of sheer delight at the news. Mark Turner is back and he’s going to be a one man band star installer and competition system tuner. It deserves it’s own news piece
Meanwhile, I will be losing a Wednesday this week, as I’m off to lunch with my bro to ‘˜review’ (well fuggin’ MARVEL at, I imagine) a new restaurant in London, run by Heston’s bestie mate, Ashley Palmer-Watts. It was to have been the day of a meeting with Alpine, after it got moved due to a double booking with the boss, but the lovely Alpinistes know me so horribly well, they entirely forgave me not blowing Dinner at the Mandarin Oriental out
I’m due at Pioneer as well this week, to talk about what we will be getting up in the new 2011 season with them and to meet with their Girish Janday-San to learn all about those sexyful new headunits you can see in the news and also sort out a date to snap their superb Audi cabriolet demo car for can you believe it has never been featured?
It’s Valentine’s weekend, with the day for the loved up (and miserable time for the lonely) on Monday, so ladies think about spoiling the man in your life with bloody great huge lumpen slabs of Ferrite, with stuff stuck on the front made of paper, or carbon fibre, or Kevlar
Or maybe blokes, look up from the dust, shredded bits of insulation and burnt fingers and focus instead into the middle distance. If your bird is still there, then put down the soldering iron, kiss her, and down all tools but one and just for once try to put her firstit’s the only way to breed more bassheads.
Adam Rayner – Online Editor