A London horror story

Once upon a time, there was car, a mini car.



And as minis do, it got hungry. So it strolled to a hamburger joint, and partook of calorific, unsustainable sustenance. Slowly but steadily, its rear end began to enlarge, as the following graphic evidence suggests.



It was no longer a mini, but a midi. But, rather than noticing its large back fender (come on rearview mirrors are there for some reason), it continued on its merry way, stacking away German Bratwursts. In no time the obvious happened.



It became a super-sized, gas-guzzling eyesore.

A sad sad tale of greed and lust (for wax).

Postscript: The above pictures suggest two things. One that Madam Tussaud has hit hard times, and is trying to make some extra bit of cash by vending fried delights, and two that the fried delights probably taste like wax, if wax can be fried that is...