I’ll be the first to admit that, even for the abysmally low standards of Cold Start, this is a pretty tortured conceit. But, for some reason, when I was looking at the subheads – I think they’re subheads?– they sort of strangely resonated in my head as titles of books. Looking back at it, I really can’t say why, but I’m almost a full paragraph into this, so may as well keep going!
Besides, the brochure itself is an interesting little snippet of a very particular moment in British automotive history, as carmakers were just getting started building civilian cars again after the war. The Vauxhalls 12 and 14 were slightly updated versions of pre-war cars that started in 1938, and were replaced in 1948 by the Vauxhall Wyvern, the company’s first really new postwar model.
There’s also a certain dowdy determination to the tone of the brochure; it notes some postwar shortages, and the overall design and palette feels sort of grim, but dammit, Vauxhall is building cars again. Here’s an example of the mention of shortages:

Leather was still in short supply, so the seats are a combination of cloth and something they call “furniture hide,” which sounds kind of like they’re out hunting wild davenports and chaise lounges in the Welsh fields, then skinning and tanning their hides after harvesting all that delicious couch meat.

Cars must have been in pretty high demand, too, based on their unwillingness to “aggravate the delivery situation.”
Okay, but let’s use the subhead UPHOLSTERY as a book title. Here’s the blurb from the hypothetical publisher, Stenchworth & Clamsplat:
Upholstery is a thrilling, erotic exploration into the furniture-fetish subculture. Following the life and exploits of Hannah Lounger, a young furniture fetishist living in exactly the right time and place (High Point, NC in the late 1970s), we’re taken on a whirlwind adventure of sex, couch padding, hog rings, and wild, powerful emotion.
Part indictment of the furniture industry, part sympathetic portrayal of a marginalized subculture, and part adventuresome romp, Upholstery is fated to become a touchstone of a generation.
I’d read that! Let’s see what else we have!

Aside from being a really nice cutaway drawing here, that subhead is nice and evocative: SOME HALLMARKS OF ENGINEERING LEADERSHIP. That’s a memoir written by Sir Brougham Hamrubb, the head of engineering at Consolidated Elastic and the man who engineered the first pair of men’s underpants that didn’t require a complex system of straps and belts.
The book talks about his engineering journey and how he learned how to lead the team that revolutionized underpants for the free world, and gives lots of real-world advice like “Always shake hands with your dampest hand” and “When negotiating, never close your mouth fully.”

Here’s the publisher/publicists’ description of THE MOST LOGICAL DRIVING SEAT YET INVENTED…:
THE MOST LOGICAL DRIVING SEAT YET INVENTED… is a comical collection of short stories by noted humorist Bethesda Twincrabs that all revolve around the conceit of logic, applied with unwavering focus to all manner of life’s situations, especially the ones that are least likely to rely on logic.
A number of these stories have been adapted into a one-woman off-Broadway show called Citizen Spock, where Twincrabs takes on the persona of the famous Vulcan from the Star Trek series and delights in the comedy and misadventures that come when a logic-ruled being attempts to engage with the messy illogic of human relationships.
I bet there’s money to be made with a theatrical adaptation of Star Trek intellectual properties. Someone should get on that.
Since we’ve already broached sci-fi, let’s go on to this next subhead:

This one, LUGGAGE SPACE OF THE NEW VAUXHALLS, is part of a long-running series of sci-fi adventures featuring the New Vauxhalls, an elite team of space adventurers who fight intergalactic injustice. Here’s the blurb for their latest adventure:
Out in the deep, cold, dark vastness of space lurks a special region of space, a small belt of void, a ring orbiting around a lonely gas giant in the Cytopants System. This dingus of space is under the control of the New Vauxhalls as an orbital depot to hold the organization’s cargo: Luggage Space.
Now, Onyx Pirates of the Avarice League have invaded Luggage Space and are rifling through all of the New Vauxhalls’ coolest stuff! They’re gathering highly-controlled New Vauxhall tech to build a superweapon of unimagined power! Can the New Vauxhalls stop them in time, and reclaim their stuff?
Damn, how are the New Vauxhalls going to get out of this one? I can’t wait to read it!






It’s taken me a while to get to this, but articles like this are one of the reasons that I am an Autopian member.
Thank you for making me laugh my ass off at work. Well-played.
I think you will find dear old boy for a proper fee. Any reputable Vaxhall dealer will refer you to a furniture tailor in good standing, whom will outfit your Vaxhall 12 with any proper animal hides that you should wish to supply.
Of course, (surely this goes without saying*), you will want to ensure said supplied hides were from proper Scottish cows having grazed in the fence free highlands of Scottland, thus avoiding any unsightly blemishes to the material.
*including this note out of curtisy for more common wage earning people, so they do not embarrass themselves in front of a proper furnature tailor gentleman
I assume that it’s just your extremely fertile (fecund?) imagination Torch, but if I learned that you had some software to assist you in coming up with proper nouns, I’d not be surprised. I.e.: people’s names in your tales of wonder. You type in some relevant parameters such as place, time, etc… along perhaps with a few stylistic adjectives and cultural references, and the software spits out things like “Bethesda Twincrabs.”
I almost seem to remember some piece of sofware in the late 1980s or very early 1990s for Macintosh that might have been something along these lines: a spitballing engine of sorts. IIRC, it didn’t utilize the nascent interent for info, so it was limited to whatever database they could squeeze onto a bunch of installation floppies.
Or I may just be imagining it.
PS: “Upholstery” was perused by a prepubescent J.D. Vance, who retrieved it from an upper shelf when his parents left him at home alone for the first time. This would help explain his rumored fetish.
Torch gold. This is why I’m here.
It seems the flimsier the concept, the more you go for broke and put… genuinely shocking amounts of effort in. I like that.
Add a couple of immortals or dragons or whatever into Upholstery and it sounds like something my wife would read.
Whilst I don’t want to detract in any way from the magnificence of Jason’s wander (full pelt sprint?) down the lanes of absurdity, reading the brochure and it’s delicate but truthful acknowledgement of post war austerity makes me think about how our society would cope with being told ‘no’ today.
“What do you mean we can’t have exactly what we want because we’ve sacrificed things for the common good?”
In some ways covid restrictions had a similar effect, and not all people and societies coped well with that.
You could just leave out well in that last sentence unfortunately
I really love the rear armrests for some reason
This meets the level of absurdity on which The Autopian is built; farcical, in the GOOD way.
Sublime perfection. No notes.
Ford Prefect would like a word…
Speaking to Slarti Bartfarst I believe
Luggage space: the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Naugaprise. Its five year mission: to explore strange new furls, to seek out new hides and new embroiderations, to boldly sew where no one has sewn before.
With a Vulcan helmsman to provide the Most Logical Driving Seat, it’s all connected!
For the benefit of those from the colonies, Sir Brougham Hamrubb’s forename is of course pronouced “Arnold”. The British Upper class are like that.
Was it difficult to talk about sex and furniture and not mention JD Vance? Maybe those jokes are too overdone at this point.
I searched “Hog Ring UPHOLSTERY” because I thought hog rings were just for fencing and hogs – this came up.
Nah, I’m pretty sure JD Vance has a hog ring fetish.
He’s obviously the main rival to the protagonist, and leads the Sofa Bang Gang, who are staunchly opposed to any relations beyond what is between man and couch.
Given Drumpf (Don the Con’s real family surname)… fittingly “Vance” is likewise not JD’s real last name either*
*i.e. not following the American custom of one’s surname being that of one’s biological father
His name at birth was James Donald Bowman. His parents got divorced & when his mother remarried his middle name was changed to David & to match the surname of his stepfather “Hamel”.
After his mother & stepfather separated. He adopted the his mother’s maiden name “Vance”.
He also wasn’t a poor hillbilly either he went to Yale law school
Ref: https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/jd-vance-born-james-donald-bowman/
https://www.snopes.com/fact-check/donald-drumpf/
Yeah that Drumpf thing has been around for a while but never caught on for some reason.
I think the Ruttles also told the story of Brougham Hamrubb in their classic track, The Knicker Elastic King: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s_pRtFeDMc0
Excellent work, old chap. Bet the boffins were gobsmacked by all the gubbins in that bit of kit.
Just don’t get stuck listening to their poetry.
I hear that “Ode to a Fine Quality Brown Furniture Hide” is particularly hideous.
I like that rather than a “sunroof,” it’s a “Sunshine Roof.” It sounds so positive. But… isn’t this a British car?
This adds new meaning to the chorus of Joan Osbourne’s “Right Hand Man.” If you take it literally like Torch. It could be Hannah L.’s theme song.
I’ve been on the floor lookin’ for a chair
I’ve been on a chair lookin’ for a couch
I’ve been on a couch lookin’ for a bed lookin’ for a bed Lookin’ for
https://youtu.be/yKLNyZjIQyY
Along with Solsbury Hill and Money, one of the few singles issued of songs in 7/4 time.
Don’t forget OUTSHINED!
Cool, not one that I would have thought of as a single release.
I assume they did, but only because it was massive for me. Sorry for shouting, but that song lives in all-caps in my head all day every day!
Verses of Spoonman in 7/8 also.
Okay, so I had to look up the singles and I forgot about The Day I Tried to Live. Hell of a list!
Truly, Torch has been chosen by the spirits of ‘The Usual Gang of Idiots’ as the living embodiment of all that MAD Magazine stood for. Can we get David to add doodles to the margins of these articles?
Needs to start including a back cover fold-in where, like, a Bugatti turns into a Citroen or a sex dungeon bench turns into 3rd row wagon seats and a Land Rover tire harness
I would read every single one of these if Torch writes them.
Stenchwood and Clamsplat really got me. Never change Torch, never change.
That was exceptionally disturbing. Bravo!
Having spent my youth putting far too much bass in every vehicle I owned, “Subheads” had a different meaning to me.
Either this or a mediocre sandwiches aficionados.
We don’t trash talk a proper submarine sandwich in these hallowed halls, sir.
I hope it doesn’t include the dessert sandwich offered by Subway.
Franchises don’t typically serve proper anything.
My fav local place is lined up down the block at lunch, and has a 4.8 rating on google with over 2200 reviews. Which is wild for a store that’s about 200sq.ft and exists on a side street.
Sorry, I should explain: the only submarine sandwiches we know on this side of a pond are either the mediocre ones from The Franchise or decent, “artisan” ones (usually with eye-watering price tag to match).
Let’s reminisce about the awful, yet glorious K-Mart submarine sandwich.
THANK YOU. I thought I was alone but I now see at least a few other people appreciate the awesomeness of a Kmart sub.
Perhaps they still have them in Australia.
There’s no such things as too much bass… just skimping on rattle prevention.