I am in Jersey for a month or so, working. I popped home to London by air for the weekend (doing my best to ignore the curious events going on around some old lady), but on returning to the car in the car park at Jersey Airport today, the throttle cable severed, at the end near the engine. Sadly, in Jersey it appears that there are no mechanics in cans who have wire and pliers to do jury rigs, at least not on a Sunday; and so the car was low-loadered to the very 1970s hotel in St Helier where I have been staying for the last week or so.
I may try to splice the cable myself pending finding a new one, but that might (probably would) lead to comedy swearing; so I shall ring the local classic car garages tomorrow and see if one of them can assist. I don't need to drive the car until Saturday 11th, when I shall be changing accommodation, from a time warp place that makes Fawlty Towers look like Claridge's, to somewhere a bit better.