1. My brother went to Wales to buy a Honda Civic (I know nothing about cars but I’m led to believe it was a super-sporty number) and paid £12,000 in cash for it. Only to discover when he got it home (after it breaking down on the way back to Scotland) that it was in fact a wreck that had been moulded back together, something of the Frankenstein’s monster of cars. Whoops. After much wrangling, he has a refund and is seeking a new motor.

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