Baby, you can drive my car/ Yes, I'm gonna be a star/ Baby, you can drive my car/ And maybe I'll love you.

I'm clueless about cars. And quite happy to be that way, too. But that doesn't keep me from plunging headlong into stuff like this.

Take the test; it's worth a few laughs. For example, it claims I'm a Porsche 911. (You have a classic style, but you're up-to-date with the latest technology. You're ambitious, competitive, and you love to win. Performance, precision, and prestige - you're one of the elite, and you know it.)

Moi?

You learn something new every day.

Wow, look at you now/ Flowers in the window.

Just because I'm not writing too much these days, doesn't mean I've lost my sense of humour. At least, not completely.

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