Mr Clutch.

Mr Clutch. ‘Mister’ Clutch. Don Clutcheone. Big C. Yep, there’s a new kid in town, and he’s pretty mean. He can enable your gears to engage at a safe and acceptable speed! Lock up your young gear-sticks mums and dads, these clutch gangs are loose and they mean business.

I absolutely love the way these guys have humanised a clutch. I mean, of all the internal parts of a car, the clutch has to be one of the least exciting, without any discernible personality. And if I wanted my clutch fixed, an animated cartoon clutch wouldn’t necessarily be my first choice. He looks too cheery with his cheeky smile, maybe he wouldn’t take the job seriously. The fan-belt maybe, or the drive-shaft would probably make a good fist of it

Actually, this place is pretty handy, being slap bang in the middle of the Wandsworth one-way system, is big and professional looking and always fairly busy. And it does do what it says on the tin. So in that sense it’s no different from Burger ‘King’ or PC ‘World’ (what a fun ‘world’ that sounds – ‘hey, apparently there’s a rave round Mr Microchip’s hard drive, bring your portable storage device and let’s interface!’). Also does exhausts, tyres and brakes. With all that work to do, I guess Mrs Clutch does the cooking!