My dad tells a nice story about driving in Greece during the first rain of autumn
The roads by then are covered in a mixture of oil and rubber from the tyres of the cars using them, and when water is added to them, this forms a film which acts, as he found out, almost identically to soap.

He was on one of those high, windy roads with the sheer drop at the side.

He turned to corner, but didn't corner, rather just continued the line he'd been following, heading straight for the cliff edge.

His thought process was, apparently (and if you knew my dad, you'd know this was actually the case), "Well, when one dies one's life is meant to flash before one's eyes. Mine hasn't, so presumably I'm not about to die."

The car promptly became lodged on a rock, not four feet from the edge.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 11:39, 2 replies)

is your dad Mr Logic from Viz?
(urgle-splurgle molesting small goats since, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 12:47, closed)

hahahahahahahaha
sometimes, though my dad's cool.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Fri 20 Aug 2010, 13:12, closed)