I used to share a house with a systems analyst guy in wandsworth. He had a big powerful motorbike, a day-to-day car, and a TVR that lived in the garage, which he mostly polished and waxed and sometimes drove on a sunny sunday. It was his pride, it was his joy.
I got some cash and bought a new computer, which came in a very large box. which, while empty and searching for garage space, I put on the bonnet of his TVR.
He came into my room later going absolutely apeshit about some scratches on his TVR bonnet about 1AM. I laughed at him because I was drunk. Sorry for laughing Craig!
I think he got his own place shortly after that. boring but true.