The pinnacle of British engineering in the sixties, this vehicle lived on in the atrocious Marina.
The Morris 1800 became the basis of the Citroen range of the seventies, after Issigonis was kicked out of BMC for being 'too radical'.
Pathetic bunch of bums.
Anyway, I have been watching their descendents on TV adverts today.
They usually appear as adverts for spectacles;
you know- short, greying hair, eternal simper, oblong spectacles, fashionably unshaven.
Perfect bromide for the modern age.
Eyes as cold as snot, with the trace of smile-wrinkles from manipulating oysters from the shell of humanity, all to go up in flames on the funeral pyre of honesty.
(Vomit).
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