The pick-up has developed a disconcerting squeak. It would be impossible to arrive anywhere unannounced in it. The Glam Ass, spotting a quiet moment at Jack's Tyres in Welshpool, got it put on the ramp to see if he/they could spot the problem. (He/they could, but I've forgotten what it was.)
The usually chirpy Gary, obviously having a Bad Day, announced:
'If it's got tits or wheels it's trouble.'