Six feet seven inches
That's tall.
Chris Tremlett is not just 6'7” tall,
but built like a brick outhouse, too. He's in the England squad as a
bowler, and also because Joe Root's mum insisted, in case Joe got
involved in a nightclub fracas and needed some backup.
Tremlett and Root (actual size).
We've got the BFG:
Actual size.
Now the car wants tyres...
...they're all want, want, want, aren't
they? Not satisfied with the regular refuelling, and occasional and
grudging refilling of the window-washer thingy, now it wants tyres.
Or a tyre. Or not. You can't even get the Re-tread Teds and Ronnie
Radials to any sort of consensus.
I've noticed that whenever one of those
car-knowledgeable folk get onto tyres, sooner or later they'll say
“tracking”, as in:
“You front nearside tracking looks
a bit dodgy.”
Tracking, eh? Keep your voice down or
it'll be after new trackings soon. I understand that it is clearly of
benefit to have the wheels facing vaguely parallel to the intended
direction of travel, but we've had years to sort this out, why does
it all have to be so critical, where's the tolerance?
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