Thank you to Ecclesall Garage

Hark, I just want to say a big sized thank you to Dave and the guys at Ecclesall Garage, at the top of Murray Road, Sheffield 11. Not only have they sorted my cars out every time they’ve needed it, but they’ve also been avid supporters of Ethical Much.

A Good Priest. 

A Good Surgical Consultant. 

And Dave. You must have a Dave.

The triumvirate of need. One for the soul, the second for the body, and the third, my brothers and sisters, for the vehicles we drive around this mortal realm. Our cars.

Speaking from experience, and my cup doth runneth over sometimes thereof, I am convinced that these three are indispensable for modern living in this troubled age. Some would refute this and say “No, it’s not for me, I’m alright, I don’t need a Dave” … “I don’t even believe in Daves, I don’t understand what they are” … “Leave me alone” they say, “Keep your Dave to yourself” … “You have your Dave and I have mine”… Ahhh friends, I have heard it all more times than stars in the skies.

These ‘No Dave for me thanks’ people are like sweet summer children having never seen the long winter nor the ice spiders that roam at night. They are like Theresa May running naked through corn fields, oblivious of the combine harvester. They are like people who have forgotten their MOTs and think their tyres are fine, just like their brake pads. Even their discs. 

To them I say this; “Awaken sleepers, the oil burns low, the screen wash splutters, the brake fluid hath thickened and the rust creepeth ever closer to the sill. Harken, all of ye, and turn to Dave, for the hour becometh nigh when thy clutch doth fail for all time here remaining.”