The adventures of Almigo

On Christmas morning I woke to two reving and snarling dirt throwing rally cars locked in a do or die battle to find out which driver had the bigger and more metal based set of testicles.  A pretty large pair. Yep, my lovely wife bought me a slot car set and I instantly reverted back to when I was five without a single care in the world. God that felt good!

After the weekend I've added another job to the 'list of careers' that I would be miserable at. Being a hardworking department store Santa. Buggered if I know how you gents do it but I tip my Chrstmas cap to you all (and you helper elves)..

I'll give you a clue - most boy racers would happily hand over a slice of their leftie for the keys to this... What could it be?