Instead of having a nice medieval dinner with friends, I spent every minute from 4.30pm to 10pm in or next to my car. The clutch cable snapped, I waited 1h30 for the AA/Wegenwacht, he installed an emergency cable, I raced towards the city where dinner was planned, on the outskirts the second cable snapped as well, I waited again, got towed to a garage, couldn't find a taxi or public transport and had to walk to the city center. I arrived at the restaurant while coffee was just being served. Friends gave me a ride home, I grabbed a bottle of Baileys and a CSI DVD and watched and drank.
I'm angry, sad and very depressed at the moment.
Oh Lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?