Yesterday afternoon stopped off at Hellfrauds to get some screenwash. No luck because they were sold out apart from the pink premix stuff which I loathe on a number of grounds Back to car and on the way passed a crappy old Vectra with the bonnet up and a scruffy 50-something git refilling the washer bottle: with Halfords orange pre-mixed antifreeze. His equally scruffy female companion was trying to tell him the error of his ways by screeching at him. Rather slurred response: "Shaddup will yer! I know what I am effing well doing!"