Stolen thunder (as if!)

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So then, the reason for the reduced output on sniffpetrol has been revealed. Richard Porter, its chief protagonist and also a Top Gear script-writer, has just joined the ranks of Evo magazine as a columnist. Yep, that would explain it. Oh... and the name for his new column? Petrolhead. Gah!

Of course, I’d like to claim I’m a trend-setter, but it appears petrolhead.co.uk got there before me anyway. Hmmm... perhaps I should’ve done a quick whois search before naming this place?

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