A small supermini owned by
Vauxhall.
Usually driven by the younger generation of today, the type who grunt for general communication and have hair that would disgrace a
badgers arse.
You know the type.
Normally modified to the level of a five year old, typical 'Lexus Look' Lights, Plastic body kits, an exhaust fitting that is almost always a stripped tin of
baked beans.
Jim: "Look there goes one of those
Vauxhall Corsa's Stuart"
Stuart: "Yes, your right Jim, you know how I know? Because I've just had a pot of paint
thudded of my forehead"
A drone of a measly engine follows, with the cackling laugh of the 'Filthy Youth' of today
echoing through the evening air