Dad and I used to go kart racing together, we went every other weekend for years. Mum would always buy Dad nice, practical trousers for him to use, they loads of pockets, loads. We would working on the kart in between races. Trouble is we would use an allen key or spanner, Dad would pop it in one of his pockets and I'm not joking, we would never see it again, we'd be in a rush to get to the grid, we'd need a key, a tool and it was no where to be found. It was lost in the pockets! We both always saw the funny side.