Wilf
My wife and kids are going to cry when I tell them about the demise of the warm nuts--on a brisk nite with the breeze coming off the river, watching the dinner barges and the Wheel with their lights...oh well.
Last little bag I had was while watching a loud debate between disinfranchised Gypsies and some of the local townfolk on one side of the bridge, while the Chinese resturant owners had a sizeable little march on the other side after being blamed for the hoof and mouth outbreak.
A Mini? (on my knees, bowed over with arms to the front, chanting "I'm not worthy"). Sounds like a tight fit--tighter if I tried. I see them occassionally at local autocrosses--wonderful devices. Our beloved administrator runs a nice little Abarth--he showed a picture once, but won't share the details.
With regards to Evan, he might be a worthy adersary if you don't mind him shooting rivets back in exchange for your barbs.