Suffolkating: the hillbillies have X-ray eyes
"...Lynda's supposed to meet me at the train station but the Stilo's out of action: some sort of steering rod calamity that will cost more to fix than we paid for the infernal thing. For about a trillisecond I consider taking a mechanic's course then remember I have better things to do. I'm not sure what, exactly, but I do. It's dark and raining again - I've never seen this train station in daylight but I'm pretty sure it's worse. Having clattered an old lady aside I claim a cab which takes me to Old Front Bottom at a great price and greater speed.."