Come on ... you've all done it. At some point in your life you've popped your name into a search engine to see what the internet spews back at you. That's an egosearch. I have an excuse these days as I'm looking to see which companies are stocking my book and I'm looking for reviews and mentions. But I have done it before many times and it always fascinates me to read about other Colgans. It's not a common name but neither is it particularly rare. I've found a US senator called Charles Colgan, a popular author called Jenny Colgan and a singer songwriter called Eoin Colgan. There's an airline called Colgan Air (mentioned in a previous post) and now, I discover, there is a Colgan Car Bra.
I kid you not. There is a such a thing as a bra for your car. At least, that's what the company have chosen to call this strappy, slinky, black cover thingy that goes over the front of the bonnet of your car/ lorry/ van and which, presumably, prevents stone chips to the paintwork and bug smears. It's a new product for me. I've certainly never seen one here in the UK. But why call it a bra? Surely it's more of a shirt or a vest? But if it is a bra, it's a saucy peephole bra. Cor, look at the headlights on that!
I can't get the idea of car boobies out of my head now.