Years ago, when my brother was helping me renovate my hopelessly decrepit camper van,
I parked it outside his house and we popped in for a brew.

His neighbour then backed a small tipper truck down his drive and into my camper van, ripping off some metal edging.

'Oh no!' I cried, 'he stuffed my funky strut!'

My brother was overawed with envy at my blinding wit, and after another brew we riveted the strut back on.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 7 Mar 2009, 14:54, Reply)