Well the grand plans of earlier went I look silly swearing up.
First off, wouldn't start after 2 months of not doing much. So I bimbled down to the petrol pumps, about 2 miles away, had slight heart failure at the price of petrol. Wnet back to the wokkamobile, applied aforementioned petrol. Started first time, only to discover main fuel line from tank had ruptured.
So went and took the tank off, replaced said hose. Changed the exhaust, using redneck engineering modified the flange clamp to fit the new exhast and a bucketful of exhaust paste, fingers crossed for MOT.
Also changed plugs and HT leads, lost interest after that and went to the pub while Kiwk Fart fitted the tyres.
Barney with the ex on the phone. (apprently it is bad of me to attend a funneral instead of seeing my kids)

Am I in the wrong?
laters potatoes.