In the horrid workshop, that is a long way away in time and space from the nice workshop, we found a magic lamp that played terrifying music. The more we rubbed it the weirder the tune became. Once, the lamp had belonged to a Hawkwind fan who lived in a tent on the farm. The mystical music focussed our attention and we saw that the XT500 tank needed a polish, we had at it with some Autoglym and the day became brighter. It's not all fun at the horrid workshop but at least the roof doesn't leak.