This morning, as I walked through town on the way to work, I noticed a scarlet Maserati Spyder at the lights, about to cross the Liffey. Naturally, I did a double take. The driver was a middle-aged type in a shirt and tie. As the lights went green, he appeared to gun it - but then the car stuttered, the revs died, and he looked rather foolish. "Ha
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