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Not for me either i'm afraid

All done!!

No, you were too busy being romantic

Point taken buddy, I know what you mean, really glad you are so happy Unfortunately it doesn't mean a thing though really does it, as you know my Daughter did the whole thing properly... I was married with 2 kids at 21, that didn't pan out but I have never been happier than I am now

Can't remember who it was now - sorry, but one of the lads in Scotland recently did the whole thing properly, weekend away, castle, one knee, spent a fortune I reckon, but then I guess he's not a Spurs fan

+ lots

I know you're gonna hate me for this, "but my iPhone does" - get a Mac Cheers fella I have dipped a toe into some forums but it is mind numbing even for a nerd like me I want to keep Ubuntu as it is super duper quick and does everything I want except pick up my wireless signal Might be a router issue though as my Windows 7 PC won't pick up the wireless signal either now... but my iPhone does Bizarre

Ahhhh, as I suspected, as the title suggests, you are indeed speaking another language!

Looked pretty black to me, and it was persisting down

Well done, something I've always fancied......................

Cheaper here buddy:- Pioneer avh-p4200dvd

This morning about 0945, I let you out (Blue Ford Transit Connect) N3 N**

Cheers Mark Apparently the profile is too low for the heavy zed. 35's are easier to get hold of as well. TBH i think the advice varies from place to place. So i just went for direct replacements.

Interested why you were advised not to go for 35's as that what was my tyre guy suggested in the first place?

Whoa, that's spooky Sparky, I've been discussing 275's with my tyre guy, the 040's HAVE to go Be interested to know what you think, please post some pix when you get them on.

I love this place Brilliant gesture

We use them all the time, there aren't many vehicles they don't have a solution for and they are imho very good

Most welcome Hugh Thanks Graham

Our lounge looks huge now, it isn't but it feels like it is, it's great living in a bigger house for a day or two

Here you go:- viewtopic.php?f=9&t=41975&start=0

Not sure if this helps:- http://www.350zmotoring.com/forums/modi ... tions.html

Yeah but you're a PC genius!!! Its actually pretty easy, I managed it! Also nice knowing you did it yourself, even if someone else could have done better

If it was me I'd take the money, you know how long these things really take when you get distracted by normal life and the ZED!

I think the Stalag 17 reference may have been the straw that broke the camels back, you had me in stitches

And in the words of Monty Python....... "crisps and the accordionist plays 'Maybe it's because I'm a Londoner'." And spending four days on the tarmac at Luton airport on a five-day package tour with nothing to eat but dried BEA-type sandwiches and you can't even get a drink of Watney's Red Barrel because you're still in England and the bloody bar closes every time you're thirsty and there's nowhere to sleep and the kids are crying and vomiting and breaking the plastic ash-trays and they keep telling you it'll only be another hour although your plane is still in Iceland and has to take some Swedes to Yugoslavia before it can load you up at 3 a.m. in the bloody morning and you sit on the tarmac till six because of "unforeseen difficulties", i.e. the permanent strike of Air Traffic Control in Paris - and nobody can go to the lavatory until you take off at 8, and when you get to Malaga airport everybody's swallowing "enterovioform" and queuing for the toilets and queuing for the armed customs officers, and queuing for the bloody bus that isn't there to take you to the hotel that hasn't yet been finished. And when you finally get to the half-built Algerian ruin called the Hotel del Sol by paying half your holiday money to a licensed bandit in a taxi you find there's no water in the pool, there's no water in the taps, there's no water in the bog and there's only a bleeding lizard in the bidet. And half the rooms are double booked and you can't sleep anyway because of the permanent twenty-four-hour drilling of the foundations of the hotel next door - and you're plagues by appalling apprentice chemists from Ealing pretending to be hippies, and middle-class stockbrokers' wives busily buying identical holiday villas in suburban development plots just like Esher, in case the Labour government gets in again, and fat American matrons with sloppy-buttocks and Hawaiian-patterned ski pants looking for any mulatto male who can keep it up long enough when they finally let it all flop out. And the Spanish Tourist Board promises you that the raging cholera epidemic is merely a case of mild Spanish tummy, like the previous outbreak of Spanish tummy in 1660 which killed half London and decimated Europe - and meanwhile the bloody Guardia are busy arresting sixteen-year-olds for kissing in the streets and shooting anyone under nineteen who doesn't like Franco. And then on the last day in the airport lounge everyone's comparing sunburns, drinking Nasty Spumante, buying cartons of duty free "cigarillos" and using up their last pesetas on horrid dolls in Spanish National costume and awful straw donkeys and bullfight posters with your name on "Ordoney, El Cordobes and Brian Pules of Norwich" and 3-D pictures of the Pope and Kennedy and Franco, and everybody's talking about coming again next year and you swear you never will although there you are tumbling bleary-eyed out of a tourist-tight antique Iberian airplane..."