...why? Because the night before last some evil little scrote that his mother probably squeezed out after a White Lightning fuelled knee-trembler with a spotty herbert from the same estate behind their local bus-shelter screwdrivered the driver's side front and rear tyres. Along with several other cars on the same road. If they'd just let the air out, I'd have been annoyed, but just reinflated them. As it is, new tyres required; £50 a corner.
I'm a fairly mild-mannered chap, and not generally vengeful, but am becoming more interested in a restorative justice model (i.e. the offender makes good for the harm that they've caused). How many puncture repair kits do you think it'd be possible to fashion from the skin of the average chav?