I truly can't imagine him with an electric car.
I mean, how big will his trousers be to carry all the 50p pieces he'll need to feed the meter?
picture the scene-
Bruce almighty, feeding the leccy meter the coins, at the same time saying...
"don't worry, nipper, it'll be great when it happens, but sod me it's wearing me pocket linings out"
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"...'ere. you got any spare change, son?"
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I wish they would keep the damned Chinese away now that I can go home, so that I can enjoy Fish amok and a draught Angkor
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