71 ALL QUIET ON THE (WESTERN SCOTLAND) FRONT...

Replacement axle bushes? Check!  Replacement shock absorbers?  Check!  No more knocking from the back end?  Check!  YAAAS!  Finally, I can drive the car in peace, free from the Chinese water torture that was the banging coming from somewhere behind me.

Honestly, I couldn’t tell if the work had done the trick, as on the trip up, the little Bluetooth unit worked flawlessly, blasting the instructions from Google Maps and the quite frankly awesome Spotify playlists through the 12-year-old stereo. 

I even managed to temporarily fix my farting speakers by setting the balance further forward so they weren’t pushed so hard - result!  I’m still getting new ones, though…

The cushion-off-the-couch method of adapting a flabby arse to a sports seat worked well, too, but as I’ve been paid, I have splurged a whopping £20 on a memory foam cushion as a more suitable alternative.

Finally, I’ve bought a black couch throw to cover anything in the back when the seat is down. We are getting there now.