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from Hampshire that a hearse reversing into a cemetery sank into an abandoned grave, leaving mourners to carry the coffin to its final resting place.
• Sorry to disappoint Jeff Warne of South Unit, HM Prison, Rudgate, Wetherby, whose entry for the Labatt Streamliner competition (CM 29 November-5 December 1990) arrived much too late. Must be those Christmas post gremlins.
However, the Hawk is happy to oblige with some help in home improvements. "The lads in my dorm here at Sunny Rudgate," writes Jeff, "asked me to ask you to let us have some really nice posters of custom trucks for our walls to make the place look nice and bright."
A giant Mercedes calendar and bumper stickers are on their way, the Hawk hopes these have the desired effect. • The pleasures and pitfalls of motoring abroad have been brought vividly to my attention by J Shewring of Norfolk, a recent wayfarer along the main road to Lagos in Nigeria.
British drivers, accustomed to a sedate pace in the slow lane (better known as the M25), will be soothed to hear that Nigerian motorists have to contend with an obstacle course of dead cows and multiple breakdowns.
Many reading this page will no doubt insist that this is still preferable to the M25, but as Shewring's photo illustrates the only answer for some Nigerians is to pack up their troubles in their Commercial Motor kitbags and take a hike.