New Deals From Phil Whitaker's Motors

I'm not sure if it's a left or right hand/foot drive but Phil assures us that the tread is fresh and non marking. Comes with inbuilt odor eaters.

 Comes with A/C to assure Thermidor...

All mod cons with this baby; a love shack on wheels. A little bit of woodworm but a good runner...

 This the only car that can contain the club captain's ego. The clock is permanently set 12 minutes ahead of time to ensure courteous ETA.

The 'Muff Mobile' should be popular with any of our female members. Has the 'Female Hygiene' equivalent of odor eaters; curiously the clutch is shaped like a camel's foot...






Finally; what a paint job...

Dirty, Cosy and Mad Dog Rejoice

The many follicley challenged members of our club are today rejoicing at this latest scientific development. I'm not sure how Phil Whitaker will strap a beach towel to his forehead and wear this at the same time but I'm sure that he'll find a way. Chris Hosey was unavailable for comment but you can be sure that his will have bells on.
Oh, and apparently Dirty Dan missed getting the last one on the shelf by 12 minutes... shame that...

England v Italy... Free Balls Up a Cock and Bull Story?

Cheap beer (£2.50 a pint) while England are ahead?
Not as generous as it sounds when your best player is your goalie and your main strikers are a fat scouser with anger issues and a Geordie psychopath more concerned about his ponytail than the back of the net.
I'm predicting a 0-0 draw with England losing on penalties but what do I know?
How to tempt you to the club to witness the witless?
How about the possibility of chewing on my balls?
They're small but quite delicious.
Word has it that you can get two in your mouth at the same time...
You can spit them out or swallow if you prefer.
And... they're free.
Yes, a free bowl of my spicy Italian meatballs for all comers.
Bullard is baking bread to soak up the lovely juices and throw at the screen when Terry puts his penalty into row Z...
Get there early to bag a seat.
Sunday, 7.45pm kick off.
Balls up at half time...