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Although this thread has little to do with my car keys anymore i thought i'd just let you all know that i've just found them at the griphouse wrapped in some stinking, slightly moist garment in the rejects box in the changing room. The process of prowling through that box has caused me severe mental harm.
You mean to say I drove you all the way to Gourock on Friday night....and your keys were in the Griphouse all along.... suppose I can console myself with the fact that you had to trawl through the discarded undergarments! Glad you got everything sorted.
Someone else is representing the g-rock?
Sure am Piratebrido.
The whole loosing the car keys thing was just an elaborate plan to keep you out the pub Stuart, it was for your own good. Thanks again for the lift.