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under the passenger seat, sealed
with a large brass screw cap the size
of a saucer. Checking the level was
hard to see in the car’s dim interior.
I was about to strike a match when I
felt a hand on my shoulder and heard
a voice shout, ‘Stop!’ I shamefacedly
looked around, but there was not a
soul to be seen.
The Right Hon offered his
services as chauffer to chug along
Canterbury roads at a top speed of
45 miles per hour and wave royally
to all and sundry. At a screening of
The Yellow Rolls Royce the tourer,
parked outside, was mobbed by
moviegoers believing it had been
placed there as a publicity stunt.
The car, called Jennyvieve after
Jane, and I were very much in
demand to lead Capping Parades
through Christchurch streets with
floats of many guises following in
our wake. It was an opportunity
for students every year to engage in
mischievous pranks, bawdiness and
cross dressing. It was later phased
Outside my flat opposite the old Student Union building. my Post Office savings. The tourer out as bills for damage by drunken
was worth ten times more, without students almost reached the level of
polished. This beautifully restored State-side and reluctantly selling the spit and polish. the national debt.
1924 Austin Tourer was for sale by the his prized collection of vintage cars. The car almost blew up with me in The coffin, just as popular, was
American commander of Operation The commander must have liked the it when I attempted one day to check carried on the shoulders of protesting
Deepfreeze in the Antarctic. cut of my jib because this classic was the level of benzine, Kiwi for petrol. students to deliver petitions and
The commander was heading bought with the meagre contents of The fuel tank was accessible from later rented out to take them to