ROD KER IT'S GOOD FOR FARTS…
It's 1997 and the Ker family have gathered to gaze at the newly acquired Peugeot. ‘How do you like mummy’s new car?’ asked my dad, expecting the best. The fertile mind of my young nephew whirred away for some time. Finally, after obvious deep thought, the answer was released. Prodding a Kit-kat encrusted digit at the dashboard, he had the definitive automotive opinion: 'Cassette ICE is naff, but the air-con is good for farts.’
Well, who would guess that blowing raspberries might sway
