The Revolution Will Not Be Televised wrote:

My favourite was the Fox, with a centre of gravity so high that it
would overturn on any sharp corner and squish the vehicle commander if
he was perching on the turrent roof to escape the stench of the
driver's socks in the main compartment as per usual. I talked my way
into driving a Scimitar down Colchester high street once. That was
fun. As was parking it at the Little Chef for lunch.

Mum always found it strange that tank drivers (no doubt the commanders)
would pull up at the traffic lights and would sit there waiting to do a
right turn with their arm out, stiff as a brush, like a schoolkid doing the
cycling proficiency test.

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James...
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