no it was like i was a pikey too lower class to enter the premises, couldnt let me in with all the toffs buying new cars, even thow i had my slighty soiled david beckam jacket n jeans on perhaps it was me oil coverd and black hands and messy hair that did it, the guard, doorman looked and talked down at us while he told us to go accross the road. my mate was non too pleased and wanted to remove the guys head and re position it up his rear but i did drag him back to the car to cool off before he exploded, suicide bomber now that rings about right...
well i did the cambelt but decided the diesel dog was to unsafe to drive home due to several other serious mechanical issues, back to manchester soon with some new parts for round 2 lol