Tell us about posers you've seen
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One summer in the Eighties, waiting in a bar in London to meet some friends, I was keeping half an eye on the door when a Panther Lima with its hood down stopped outside and the driver squinted good and hard into the bar and, not surprisingly, couldn't see much. What made this innocent sounding scene memorable was the car was cream and the driver, a thickset ruddy faced chap in his early thirties, was in matching cream leather flying helmet and goggles. He drove on and then reappeared a few minutes later on foot. He strode in with a don't f
k with me air and marched the length of the bar. Whoever he had hoped to find wasn't there, so he turned and marched out again. He didn't speak and he had not one glimmer of humour. He was an apparition. Not only did he have the cream leather flying helmet and goggles, he also had the matching flying suit. It was exquisitely made, one-piece, probably kid leather and fitted very snuggly everywhere, around all the important places, including his humungous beer gut.
Presumably, looking like the world's most expensive novelty bean bag wasn't what he intended.
k with me air and marched the length of the bar. Whoever he had hoped to find wasn't there, so he turned and marched out again. He didn't speak and he had not one glimmer of humour. He was an apparition. Not only did he have the cream leather flying helmet and goggles, he also had the matching flying suit. It was exquisitely made, one-piece, probably kid leather and fitted very snuggly everywhere, around all the important places, including his humungous beer gut.Presumably, looking like the world's most expensive novelty bean bag wasn't what he intended.
Gottya going then didn't i .
ColinM50 said:
this was "one summer in the eighties" and you've only just got round to questioning it?
No, I question it in most of my nightmares and PH didn't exist then.More recent? The other evening in the filling station was a lad with a very aggressive looking Golf. It was beautifully done; lowered, silver coachwork detailed in black, Recaro interior and Carlos Fandango wheels or their modern equivalent. It looked like it was doing 185mph. The only faults I could see from outside were the discs on the front were about the size of ten pence pieces and there were drums on the back.
Again in the 80s. Best one I ever saw were these guys about 5 up in an Escort in Brixton. Thumping loud music and obviously heading for the local fast food joint.
Only slight problem was that he mounted the kerb to park and yet somehow missed the railings outside the shop! Suddenly there was this huge BANG and there this car sat with a nice large 'V' embedded in the bonnet.
After what seems like an age the guy turns music right down, reverses and then proceeds to hobble the car to the side street.
To really kill his ego, the noise had woke half the road who all start pointing, staring and giving (un)helpful comments about his driving skill.
Only slight problem was that he mounted the kerb to park and yet somehow missed the railings outside the shop! Suddenly there was this huge BANG and there this car sat with a nice large 'V' embedded in the bonnet.
After what seems like an age the guy turns music right down, reverses and then proceeds to hobble the car to the side street.
To really kill his ego, the noise had woke half the road who all start pointing, staring and giving (un)helpful comments about his driving skill.
Edited by Morningside on Monday 4th June 11:11
About half the floors in the office building I work in are occupied by an on-line adventure holiday firm. One of the men who works there dresses as an explorer. It's woeful to see. If Ranulph Fiennes came in to give them a talk he would not dress as an explorer, in Norbiton, in daylight.
DickyC said:
About half the floors in the office building I work in are occupied by an on-line adventure holiday firm. One of the men who works there dresses as an explorer. It's woeful to see. If Ranulph Fiennes came in to give them a talk he would not dress as an explorer, in Norbiton, in daylight.
You need to get a stealth photo. omgus said:
DickyC said:
About half the floors in the office building I work in are occupied by an on-line adventure holiday firm. One of the men who works there dresses as an explorer. It's woeful to see. If Ranulph Fiennes came in to give them a talk he would not dress as an explorer, in Norbiton, in daylight.
You need to get a stealth photo. DickyC said:
About half the floors in the office building I work in are occupied by an on-line adventure holiday firm. One of the men who works there dresses as an explorer. It's woeful to see. If Ranulph Fiennes came in to give them a talk he would not dress as an explorer, in Norbiton, in daylight.
Not quite on the same level as the above..
Local McDonalds / Halfords car park. I'd popped in for screen wash on a stunning sunny day. There's some steroid-enhanced ape thundering round the car park in a modified Impreza, clearly enjoying the (mostly negative) attention.
I got a properly confrontational look as I flagged him down, which changed rapidly to embarrassment after I pointed out his bonnet was open.
Local McDonalds / Halfords car park. I'd popped in for screen wash on a stunning sunny day. There's some steroid-enhanced ape thundering round the car park in a modified Impreza, clearly enjoying the (mostly negative) attention.
I got a properly confrontational look as I flagged him down, which changed rapidly to embarrassment after I pointed out his bonnet was open.
In St.Albans the other day I could not help but notice (and it turned out friends of mine had too) a very very loud chrome wrapped R8.
Not a car I particularly like anyway but this guy was sitting up having a real good look around whilst blipping the throttle at 15 mph the whole way through town.
Quite funny really.
That said, it did sound awesome - much more like a US muscle car than an Audi.
Not a car I particularly like anyway but this guy was sitting up having a real good look around whilst blipping the throttle at 15 mph the whole way through town.
Quite funny really.
That said, it did sound awesome - much more like a US muscle car than an Audi.
One summer, back in the 80's(yeah, yeah I know) a gang of us were sitting at a cafe in the square of old town Rhodes. Four large blokes checked out the table next to us and moved it slightly away from everyone else. Out of a black Merc stepped a smallish guy in a white linen suit, great swaths of coiffured hair on his bonce and dark glasses in the evening.
George Michael.
He sat there for about half an hour preening himself while everyone ignored him. One of the girls with us plucked up the courage to ask him to sign a menu for her little sister. With a look of utter distain he did so, swiftly handed it back without comment, then the black Merc arrived very promtly and whisked him away.
What a norbert.
George Michael.
He sat there for about half an hour preening himself while everyone ignored him. One of the girls with us plucked up the courage to ask him to sign a menu for her little sister. With a look of utter distain he did so, swiftly handed it back without comment, then the black Merc arrived very promtly and whisked him away.
What a norbert.
DickyC said:
About half the floors in the office building I work in are occupied by an on-line adventure holiday firm. One of the men who works there dresses as an explorer. It's woeful to see. If Ranulph Fiennes came in to give them a talk he would not dress as an explorer, in Norbiton, in daylight.
Perhaps he works on the top floor and the lifts are out.
....back in the 80's I used to record the Top 20 off the radio to play in my car (as we all did). I didn't edit it, just recorded everything and then FF through tracks I didn't like.
One day, I stopped at my local (busy) garage. I had the window down on my Austin 1300, the #1 track blasting out: man I was cool. I put my £2 worth of petrol in the car and walked over to pay, leaving my car to continue to blast out the #1 track.
Coming out, I realised with horror that my most recent recording of the Top 20 had finished, and the car was now blasting out what had been #1 the week (or two) before. The Land of Make Believe by Bucks Fizz.
That was the longest walk back to my car ever.....
One day, I stopped at my local (busy) garage. I had the window down on my Austin 1300, the #1 track blasting out: man I was cool. I put my £2 worth of petrol in the car and walked over to pay, leaving my car to continue to blast out the #1 track.
Coming out, I realised with horror that my most recent recording of the Top 20 had finished, and the car was now blasting out what had been #1 the week (or two) before. The Land of Make Believe by Bucks Fizz.
That was the longest walk back to my car ever.....
Edited by JumboBeef on Monday 4th June 11:43
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