Tell us something really trivial about your life (Vol 26)
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Happy to have you along, doogz. I, on the other, assumed I was having another TT Day but both my masters were just late rather than not attending. I may have to actually produce something. Luckily I have been busy in Word with an anecedote from last evening. I shall copy and paste forthwith.
Carwash Etiquette. The carwash always bugged me. You drive to the garage, park, walk in to buy a ticket, come out, drive round to the car wash and find a car blocking the entrance as the driver has gone to buy his own ticket. On the few occasions I have done it that way round I have found the Irate Frustrated Carwashees Reception Committee waiting for me. Understandably. My way round the dilemma is to carry a ticket with me, drive straight in and buy one for next time on the way out. This has worked fine up until last evening. As I drove round the carwash lane a sporty white Japanese hatchbacky thing roared up behind me as if the driver was anticipating I was about to leave the car and wander off for a ticket. He wasn’t placated by me pausing to tap the numbers in and as I rolled forward he stayed close to my rear bumper. So close, in fact, that the front of his car was getting wet as the cycle started. As I was getting foamed up he reversed out and I relaxed a bit. When the screen cleared briefly during the brushes attentions what did I see but the sporty white Japanese hatchbacky thing parked across the exit with the driver glowering at me. Luckily, we foamed up again. Oh, good, he’s gone. Oh, no, he’s inches from the back again. Oh, no, he’s roared round to the front to glower at me again. That is one wound up chap. I wondered what the outcome of this was likely to be and whether I would have to carefully time a hasty exit either forwards or backwards in order to escape. Rescue came in the form of an elderly lady in a teeny red car who innocently pulled up behind me in one of his forays to glower at me from the front. The elderly lady queue proved too much for him and he swerved down the jet wash lane and was last seen accelerating across the forecourt in the general direction of Thatcham.
It’s the Wild West in Newbury. I tell ya.
It’s the Wild West in Newbury. I tell ya.
Well, I read all that and emerged with just a mental image of iva on the M25 in his pants.
For any American listeners, pants, in this context, means underpants.
Do you think he was walking around the M25 in his pants? At least tell me they weren't Y-fronts. We have to maintain standards.
For any American listeners, pants, in this context, means underpants.
Do you think he was walking around the M25 in his pants? At least tell me they weren't Y-fronts. We have to maintain standards.
Drove from Bristol for miles along the M4 at walking pace this afternoon. Then suddenly near Leigh Delamere Services it cleared so, as I had been dozing off with boredom, I thought I'd pop in for a coffee. Standing near the car with my coffee I was admiring this and wondering where it was bound.
2 + 2 Dicky? Come along now, you can do this.
The mental gears were grinding slowly. Honestly, it took me ages to connect a rolling hold up with a migrating bridge.
Ah! And you must be Dr Watson.
2 + 2 Dicky? Come along now, you can do this.
The mental gears were grinding slowly. Honestly, it took me ages to connect a rolling hold up with a migrating bridge.
Ah! And you must be Dr Watson.
iva cosworth said:
RobinBanks said:
Reeshard of TT sent a pm to Mr Cutler saying " we have the same name"R Cutler wasn't amused\ interested....
RobinBanks said:
Unless, of course, he doesn't in fact have the same name as me and has just used my name because... I'd really rather not think about that.
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