
More recently, two days ago to be precise, my bB was dropped in at a friend's workshop where it's having some custom furniture made for it so that I'll have a sink, a cooker and a more bed-like bed for when I'm away from home overnight. Rather than be without transport for the rest of the week, I've blagged myself a shot of a new Toyota C-HR, a sort of Nissan Juke-alike device which has a really annoying ten inch tablet mounted in the dash, but does have a very impressive way of parking itself - essential in a car with no rearward vision I think.
So I looked up the C-HR on the web, wanting to know how to switch off the ten inch tab screen that glares annoyingly at me from the middle of the windscreen (not possible, apparently new buyers will "get used to" this


I reckon it's obvious that Toyota's marketroids were heavily influenced by my 1984 image and its location, so how much money should I be asking for from Toyota for their flagrant proffing by my idea to photograph a car in that spot?
I'm thinking that free servicing and general maintenance for my own cars for the rest of my life would be about right, the Toyota employee who let me have the new car to abuse as I see fit reckons that free use of the C-HR isn't a form of punishment but should in itself be compensation enough for this diabolical liberty.
Oddly enough, that weird looking thing has really low floors once you're in, so I won't have to be removed from it by the fire brigade, so just like that old R12 then, but sadly, that's where the similarity ends.