Weirdest thing you've seen whilst sat in your car?
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thiscocks said:
Weirdest thing you've seen while sitting in your car?
I'll add to the 'bodily fluids' banter.
Northern Ireland is blessed with a venue called Kellys, a hotel/nightclub complex that attracts some world class DJs and a clientele of ill repute, my younger self included.
It's in Portrush, some 60 miles north of Belfast.
On a big night, you'll see buses stopped in laybys with a few guys heading towards the hedge and a few girls squatting down behind the bus.
Strangest thing was being overtaken on the way back by a car that was easily doing north of 100mph, with a passenger projectile vomiting out the side window.
Thought of another one - although this one from the point of view of a pedestrian looking in at me.
At uni for beer money I used to do some multi drop for the now defunct AMTRAK Express Parcels. Bit of a shower really, badly run franchise just off the A12. Every Saturday morning and whatever hours/routes I could get during the holidays.
One of our main contracts was the body in charge of carrier pigeon racing and as such, we had to deliver live birds back to their owners. Found it a bit of a strange one having to deliver "homing" pigeons home, but never mind. The birds were a mixture of your standard Pigeon Street type pigeon and a few doves on occasion. Birds were packaged in build-yourself cardboard "houses", smaller ones were about the size of a shoebox but taller with windows, holding three birds and the larget ones were more spacious, holding eight birds. Transit of course had to be completed asap, certainly delivered that day no matter what.
Anyway - had a bit of a nightmare that day, a 42 inch plasma television had fallen over onto one of the larger boxes, annihilating one of our feathered friends. Opening the crushed box was like a SAW film - crushed bird one end and seven others cowering under each other at the other, their future racing career no doubt badly affected by the horrors they saw that day in that Iveco Daily. AS I opened the box, a dove flew out of it and off across Essex, perhaps to find itself and get over its trauma. So I am two birds down.
After solving the dilemma of what to do with the carcass (unceremoniously placed in a hedgerow), I rebuilt the box as best I can and continued on my route. Got to my next village, looked back into the load area for the next parcel as I knew it was in reach, only to see in the darkness of cardboard boxes that two more had escaped, defecating everywhere in some kind of dirty progress at their inhumane prison and in retaliation for the death of their chum.
So I find myself in the back of the van, in darkness (I daren't open the barn doors), spattered in bird s
t, reaching into the cab part at a dove that was sitting proudly on the spattered dashboard. The look I got from the old lady pulling her trolley past my van was a picture, especially as we made eye contact.
I hate pigeons.
At uni for beer money I used to do some multi drop for the now defunct AMTRAK Express Parcels. Bit of a shower really, badly run franchise just off the A12. Every Saturday morning and whatever hours/routes I could get during the holidays.
One of our main contracts was the body in charge of carrier pigeon racing and as such, we had to deliver live birds back to their owners. Found it a bit of a strange one having to deliver "homing" pigeons home, but never mind. The birds were a mixture of your standard Pigeon Street type pigeon and a few doves on occasion. Birds were packaged in build-yourself cardboard "houses", smaller ones were about the size of a shoebox but taller with windows, holding three birds and the larget ones were more spacious, holding eight birds. Transit of course had to be completed asap, certainly delivered that day no matter what.
Anyway - had a bit of a nightmare that day, a 42 inch plasma television had fallen over onto one of the larger boxes, annihilating one of our feathered friends. Opening the crushed box was like a SAW film - crushed bird one end and seven others cowering under each other at the other, their future racing career no doubt badly affected by the horrors they saw that day in that Iveco Daily. AS I opened the box, a dove flew out of it and off across Essex, perhaps to find itself and get over its trauma. So I am two birds down.
After solving the dilemma of what to do with the carcass (unceremoniously placed in a hedgerow), I rebuilt the box as best I can and continued on my route. Got to my next village, looked back into the load area for the next parcel as I knew it was in reach, only to see in the darkness of cardboard boxes that two more had escaped, defecating everywhere in some kind of dirty progress at their inhumane prison and in retaliation for the death of their chum.
So I find myself in the back of the van, in darkness (I daren't open the barn doors), spattered in bird s
t, reaching into the cab part at a dove that was sitting proudly on the spattered dashboard. The look I got from the old lady pulling her trolley past my van was a picture, especially as we made eye contact.I hate pigeons.
GSE said:
A female mannequin doll, minus one arm, callously thrown into the central reservation on the M25 near south Mimms. I often wonder what happened to her..
And way back when the M25 was still being built, a shed in a field not far away from the road, where a presumably aggravated farmer had written "thieves, liars, cheats!" in white paint on the roof, at the loss of some of his land. Surely somebody else must remember this?
I remember the shed! Between junction 15 and 16 (M4 to M40) outside the M25. Must have been there until the late 1980s. Think even the shed has gone now...And way back when the M25 was still being built, a shed in a field not far away from the road, where a presumably aggravated farmer had written "thieves, liars, cheats!" in white paint on the roof, at the loss of some of his land. Surely somebody else must remember this?
Edited by GSE on Tuesday 24th April 21:54
Static in the usual rush-hour traffic on Belfast's Westlink, I noticed in my mirror a guy in a car behind get out, walk back to the lorry behind him and talk to the lorry driver for a few seconds. Then he walks a few feet further, undoes his flies and has a piss next to the lorry.
As the traffic frees up, I drive off, but the lorry stays put while yer man syphons his python.
I assume the exchange went along the lines of "Mate, I'm busting for a slash, D'ye mind staying put to afford me some modesty while I relieve myself?"
As the traffic frees up, I drive off, but the lorry stays put while yer man syphons his python.
I assume the exchange went along the lines of "Mate, I'm busting for a slash, D'ye mind staying put to afford me some modesty while I relieve myself?"
Ex Expat said:
I remember the shed! Between junction 15 and 16 (M4 to M40) outside the M25. Must have been there until the late 1980s. Think even the shed has gone now...
I've asked many people over the years if they remember this with no hits until now! 
From memory it was there for quite a while.travel is dangerous said:
Today, queuing on a slip road at about 5mph, no fast moving traffic on the main carriageway, nothing to the left except the verge/scrub, but the opposite direction was moving ok. two loud bangs, get home, two big chips and dents in the passenger door and front wing. wtf?
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