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I remember standing in a damp, half-finished workshop in Bristol back in ’94, looking at a van that had been …

I remember standing on the rain-slicked loading bay of a warehouse in Birmingham back in ’94, staring at a crushed …

I remember standing in a warehouse in Leeds back in ’94, the air thick with the smell of burnt plastic …

I remember standing in the middle of a small boutique in East London, the air thick with the acrid, unmistakable …

I remember standing in a warehouse in South Africa back in ’94, the smell of scorched electrical components still heavy …

I remember standing in a muddy driveway in Surrey back in ’94, looking at a local plumber who was absolutely …

I remember standing in a damp garage back in ’94, looking at a pristine 1967 Jaguar E-Type that had been …

I spent thirty-seven years walking through the wreckage of claims, and if there is one thing that gets my goat, …

I remember sitting in a cramped driveway in a drizzly suburb back in ’94, looking at a crumpled claim form …

I remember standing in a muddy car park back in ’94, looking at a crumpled fender and a very pale-faced …