As the consultant injected anaesthetic into my head before digging out a biopsy, she enquired how I had collected the strange pattern of head injuries. By bashing me head while working under my six Omegas, I told her.
She replied she had never heard of such a car, was it very old? Not very, I said.
She went on to tell me that a colleague is buying an electric car with a 250 mile range. I told her there was no such car, nor ever will be. All electric cars are basically mik floats, and should not stray far from their bases. They are fashion items, bought by rich fools who believe they are saving the environment by not emitting noxious gases, unaware that the electricity they use is generated by a nearby fossil fuel power station also emitting noxious gases into the atmosphere.
She sent me on my way with written instructions on how to treat the wound she had just created, and to consult my GP if it turned nasty.