In what feels like a weekly occurrence a new car has taken up residence at the Steele household. This time it’s for Oliver who turns 17 pretty soon. He’s having the obligatory 17th birthday present of driving lessons but we insisted he learn how to drive a manual. The only problem with this approach is that since we traded Emma’s Fiesta in for the Model Y we don’t actually have a manual car for him to practise in…except the MGA and that’s not going to happen!
So we got him and Amelia this car to share
A few scratches here and there. Three cylinders one litre car. It still goes surprisingly well. Certainly fast enough for a 17y old bell end who will undoubtedly wrap it around the first lamppost he comes across. A smidge over £9k
We are now very fortunate to be a two Tesla family. I have my trusty Model 3 and Emma is now rocking around in a brand new Model Y. Lovely car.
Violet added for scale
In a breaking news story we just yesterday put Violet in her crate in the back of the car and drove her to The Plough. She didn’t vomit once. It’s a miracle. Other times we’ve taken her places we could barely get anywhere before she’s throwing up. I’m thinking a few more Plough trips and then we’ll consider somewhere further afield!
I like a Maccies chicken nugget. 6, 9 or 20 is all fine by me usually with a Sweet and Sour sauce but I like the Barbecue too, and the Sweet Curry. Now, the reason for all this rambling is whilst at the farm shop a while ago I noticed they had their own chicken nuggets in the freezer so I thought I’d give them a go. They were alright, pretty good really, and at £6.99 for about 50 chicken nuggets they were way cheaper than Maccies. But no sauces! I tried them with sweet chilli sauce and some ketchup and it was a passable facsimile of a nugget set from McDonalds.
Phase 2 of this plan involved Amelia and I stopping at our regular McDonalds on the way to York. We got some nuggets and kinda hoarded the sauces so we could save some for home. Also we noticed that the pump for BBQ sauce was out of order so Amelia asked for some pots of it and the guy gave them to her. So I went up and did the same. Then somebody had left an unopened sauce on a table so we nabbed that. We came out with 9 sauces. Result.
The next step in this story was when Amelia and I were at the farm shop. I showed her the nuggets in the freezer and then reached in to get them, but I grabbed the “nuggets” from the shelf above. Amelia pointed out that these were £9.99 for the same weight. These were called “Chicken Pieces” and so I had to give them a go. We got home and I cooked up a batch of originals and the new type. Place on a wire tray above a baking tray at 190degrees for 25mins. The new ones were amazing. Proper chicken breast. Fantastic. Better than Maccies. When combined with the purloined BBQ sauce Amelia and I were very happy.
The final step in this story is quite embarassing. Emma wanted a Quarter Pounder with Cheese meal and two sweet and sour sauces. “You don’t get sweet and sour sauce with a quarter pounder” was my response. At which point both her and Oli [ who now works at Maccies ] said you can just buy them. Now this was a revelation to me. You couldn’t buy them when I was a lad working in Maccies. So, off we popped [ Oli and I ] to Maccies to make use of his employee discount. Turns out, sweet and sour sauce…….10p each! 10p! With Oli’s 50% discount….5p! So I bought 12.
So now I’m a delerioulsy happy chap with a limitless supply of Sweet and Sour sauce and my new fave Chicken Nugget supplier.
Back in 1999 I was living in Bath and working in Malmesbury doing Y2K stuff. One morning I pulled into a little mom and pop petrol station just outside Malmesbury to fuel up my Renault 5 GT Turbo Nutter Bastard car. As I was pumping fuel into the car I glanced around and saw this absolute vision of beauty. It was a red MGA from the 1960s and it was for sale inside the petrol station come car showroom. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful.
After this moment I always filled my car at this garage and gazed longingly at the MGA. A few months later I was driving out of Bath heading to Malmesbury and whilst doing a quite ridiculous overtaking manoeuvre I managed to end up in a head on collision and wrote off my Renault 5. Put a crease in the roof. This was the crash where the cops were trying to measure the skid marks I’d left behind and the immortal words of:
Cop with tape measure : “Bill, the tapes run out!”
Me, to Bill cop: “Well, that doesn’t sound good”
Bill cop: “No, it isn’t”
Anyway, I then had to buy a new car. I was torn between buying the MGA that I loved or buying a used MGF VVC. Given that I was regularly driving up to Manchester for the weekends I made the sensible choice of going for the reliable modern car.
Fast forward to June 2026 and into my inbox pops an email from Trade Classics with the monthly auction items. It contains an MGA. From 1961. It’s in Preston. Tick, tick, tick. Owning this car would tick off one of my last two remaining ambitions in life, namely to drive a car that’s older than me.
I slapped a bid in immediately. Somebody outbid me. I upped my bid and eventually people stopped outbidding me when I got to £16000. It stayed at £16k until about an hour before the auction was due to complete when some new guy came in and started bidding it up. Fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, I’d drank quite a lot of white wine by this point so I got carried away. Whatever he bid I’d just round up to the next thousand. He quit when I bid £22000 and I won the auction.
It has no seatbelts, no headrests, no wing mirrors, no door handles. The brakes aren’t that great and the cockpit gets really hot with heat from the engine. It’s an absolute bugger to turn the wheel when going slowly around corners but we all love it and very much enjoy all the attention we get when driving it down the road.
Finally the garage I built all those years ago has a resident.
Being the poor hard done by student that Amelia is she decided that she wanted to earn some money. I’ve always got loads of stuff to do and could always do with a hand so off we set on our multiple days of work.
Safety specs present and correctWe call this the spinning wheel of death. Bought it off facebook, love it. Terribly dangerous thoughAmelia and I creating a new shelf for my steel cabinet
Amelia earned some money. I got loads of stuff done and loved the time spent with my little girl.
There’s some fella who runs a ummm dunno, shop that sells weird stuff in Ince [ Wigan ] and he was on the news ages ago when he put a massive golden replica of David in his yard which was visible from the main road. The council kicked off and told him to remove it. He refused. The council eventually gave up and it’s there to this day.
Anyway, Amelia and I were driving through that part of Wigan and we came across it. We had to stop and jump out and take some pictures.
After twenty years of paying off the mortgage we finally reached the point where we could clear the outstanding balance and live a debt free life. It was quite a momentous day so we celebrated in the garden with Champagne and chocolates from Selfridges.
Amelia properly knocked it out of the park this year when it came to birthday presents. She knew I was into cooking my seet and sour chicken balls and so bought me a new strainer thing to aid the process. It’s ace.
With the wine cupboard project complete all that was left was to fill the wine rack and the wine fridge.
Due to me being a bit of a numpty I managed to miscalculate how much wine was needed….twice
Eventually after a Naked Wines purchase, a Laithwaites purchase and a quick run to Asda it’s a missions accomplished. Well, I say “a mission accomplished” – I’m writing this a week or so later and it’s definitely “was mission accomplished”
We came, we listened to some good bands, we paid far too much for what was essentially a shit chicken salad, we got rained on, we got cold and we left again.
Such a shame it wasn’t a week later during the 2026 May heatwave!
It’s not quite his first job, but then again it wasn’t my first job either. However, we now have a Steele boy tradition of working at Maccies. One of my fave jobs when I worked there in Rochdale.
We had a pizza party. Sarah, Dan and Freddie came over and later on we got a fire going. We positioned the fire under the sail shade and did some rough calculations about (3*pi*r)^3 or some such bollocks and decided the heat from the fire wouldn’t set fire to the sail shade. We forgot to factor in the embers being thrown out of the fire:
Cause:
My old tumble dryer drum turned into a rather fantastic fire-pit
Effect:
My now slightly damaged sail shade – I’ll be needing a new one of them then.
Oli bought me Elden Ring for my birthday in 2025. I played it on and off. Kept forgetting important stuff and basically rocking a magic build which is pretty good at keeping you away from trouble but not so good against bosses.
In March I set myself the goal of getting better at the game.
It was when I read about a rune farming trick where you shoot the bird and it runs off the edge of the cliff and dies and then you rest at the site of grace and it respawns…repeat, that I started improving massively. Suddenly runes don’t really matter and you can spend some time farming runes and levelling up your character and weapons. The entire game changed!
It took me a looooong time to kill the Fire Giant, it took me even longer to kill Mohg and I didn’t even get a percentage bump for killing him, but then I started powering though the game with help from Claude. This game is so god damned big that you really do need an AI agent to suggest tactics and where to go next.
This was after some epic boss battle – can’t remember which but whilst Oli was off on his second ski holiday of the year I managed to beat the Elden Beast and finish the game. According to Sony only 10% of players do this. Quite impressed with myself.
I’m now on my second play through and absolutely loving it.
Twenty years ago we moved into our house. From a tiny two bedroom apartment in Altrincham to a proper big house with loads of space. I built sheds, I bought furniture, we ate off cardboard boxes for a while….and I bought a wine rack. I’ve always enjoyed wine. Everything about it. Choosing it in the shop, deciding which one to drink, opening it, decanting it, tasting it and then falling over drunk. Love it!
So I found a cupboard just off the, well, it’s the kitchen now, back then it was the conservatory, and it seemed a perfect place to keep wine. For some bizarre reason I put the wine rack on the side wall.
Sorry, best picture I have. I forgot to do my before/after pic – as usual.
The cupboard itself was a proper shit tip – as you can see above. Crisps, cordials and bizarrely a discarded receipt just lying around on the floor. Bare plaster walls. Unpainted shelves.
This absolutely would not do.
I measured up the wine rack and it appeared it would fit perfectly on the back wall. I took down the shelves that were in there and decided to rearrange them somewhat and changed the shelf holders and painted them white. Also the bare bulb [ hanging out of the ceiling ] and the pull chord [ also hanging out of the ceiling ] would have to go.
I bought a 5m Philips Hue lightstrip and a Hue PIR so that when I open the wine cupboard doors it notices the movement and lights the room up. There’s even a second or so delay that just adds to the theatre of the whole thing. Beautiful.
I painted the walls with some matt paint I bought from B&M – never ever again. It took about 5 coats and if you so much as look at the wall it will leave scuff marks. One of these days I’ll buy some proper paint and do it again….but for now….check this shit out….
My daughter tells me the photo doesn’t do it justice. She says it looks better in real life. The floor needs a steam clean, the wire to the light strip needs clipping to the skirting board, and as I said – the walls need painting again. But it now gives me joy every god damned time I open the doors. Sometimes I just open the doors to have a look – don’t even bother getting wine out.
A while ago I was minding my own business having a spot of breakfast when Shaun Ryder and Bez turned up on the BBC Breakfast sofa talking about an upcoming tour. There and then I bought tickets for the Manchester gig.
“Call the fucking cops there’s a Beswick in town”
Ellie, Charlie, Em and me
I even bought a souveneir ticket for a few quid…
“It’s gotta be a loose fit”
Much fun was had by all and we weren’t disappointed by the egregious prices being charged for a beer!
The wedding weekend finally arrived and Emma and I zipped down to Bath for the event. We decided to splurge a little bit this time and book a suite in the Royal Crescent Hotel and Spa. I cannot stress enough what a pleasant experience this was. From the moment we pulled up outside it was an outstanding experience. The Concierge came running over to carry our bags and drive the car away. Some people arrived just before us so we checked in a bit later, but in the meantime the staff had taken our stuff up to our room. The suite itself was absolutely top notch and as a bonus we could look out of our bedroom window over to St James’ Square where I used to live [ actually just off it on Park Rd I think ]. We went out for an explore of Bath and had a couple of afternoon drinks before meeting up for dinner with Michal and Maria.
That’s were we stayed….in a suite…with a mental swimming pool and cocktail bar….the only place to stay in Bath!
Breakfast next morning was superb. Then we made use of the spa and I’ve never felt so much like James Bond in my life. The spa swimming pool really was like something out of a Bond movie. After the spa we got ready for the wedding and ended up with a bit of time to kill so we stopped off in the hotel cocktail bar. I’m running out of words to describe how fantastic the hotel stay was but the cocktail bar was absolutely out of this world. Beautiful beautiful place. We didn’t want to leave and go to the wedding! Anyway, after my morning of feeling like Bond I was perusing the cocktail menu and they had a Vesper. After chatting to the bar tender it seems the recipe for the Vesper was from the book rather than the movie. It had to be done!
Me in the cocktail bar
The wedding itself was perfect. Such a great time. We had some photos outside and you could look across the valley to see the place we were staying. Met some excellent people, drank some fine wines, ate some great food, then fell asleep and all the stag lads gathered around and took a rather excellent photo.
Fortunately I hadn’t pissed my pants or this could have been quite embarassingMe, Yoshi and Michal
An absolutely marvellous weekend from start to finish.
As part of my Parish Council work I organised a litter pick. Because I’m mean I roped in Oli and Violet to come help. We split into two teams to cover the surrounding area and between us all picked up 19 bags of rubbish. My local area is now much tidier.
This tractor has been a proper pain in the arse. Every god damned year I’m having to repair something on it. This year on the first outing there was a horrific clattering noise from the blades when I started mowing. It seems I managed to shear some pins off the blade mounting and the blades got out of sync and started bashing into each other. Not cool.
In the past I’ve always jacked up the tractor and got busy underneath it but it seems my jack is broken and leaking fluid so it didn’t feel very safe being underneath quite a heavy mower doing repairs. To minimise the risk of me being decapitated by a collapsing jack I bought a new bit of kit.
It’s glorious. Truly fantastic. Repairs were made with two new blade mounts costing £8 each and the mower is back in business.
