Not a sunbed in sight
When I was about 10, my dad decided we should drive up to Inverness (not that far from us) for the day out. A rather cold, miserable, proper Scottish summer day. On the way there, we were rather surprised to see two very nice Range Rovers waiting at a junction, letting all the cars in front of us past.

Naturally, being a complete stickler for the rules of the road, and a monarchist, my dad first noted: "Why's he doing that, he has right of way!" and, seconds later, "Bloody hell, it's Prince Charles!"Of course, we let him in front, and they stopped a short while later at a layby overlooking a huge moor, and the whole party got out with big rifles, off for a day's grouse shooting I should imagine. The best part was seeing the look on the faces of the two German tourists, who had just parked their caravan in the same layby and got out to check a map. Priceless!

I hope he didn't mention the war.
( pidg, Fri 4 Aug 2006, 10:49, Reply)