Engine trouble?
My dad was a member of a relatively posh golf club in Kent and as a treat one Sunday (or due to the fact all his normal playing partners were unavailable) he invited me along to indulge in one of my traditional hacking, swearing, kicking the ball off the green rounds on the promise I was well behaved.

Now a certain ex-Arsenal and Crystal Palace footballer was a member of the club too and my dad always took great delight in pointing out the fact. I was never overly impressed - like his presence made the club that much classier - but humoured the stories of sharing a pint with "Wrighty" after a round (though I suspect the closest they came was perhaps a cursory nod).

This particular day my dad spotted him across the car park with the bonnet up at the front of his Ferrari 360 Spyder. We approached from the rear end of his car and with barely contained glee at getting to show me to my face that he was on speaking terms with him my dad strode over and said, "Engine trouble, mate?". Ian's head popped up from in front of the car, pulled out his golf clubs and said "No mate, this is the boot. The engine is under the big glass bit at the back". Cue Ian Wright's wryly amused expression, my facepalm and my dad never mentioning whenever he saw him at the golfclub again.
(bigjonnydynamite, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 17:20, 1 reply)

Hahahahahahaha

( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 22 Apr 2010, 17:39, closed)