Road Rage
Last week I had to stop a guy attacking another one in the middle of the road - one had run the lights whilst on the phone and the other had objected. I actually had to take the attacker's car keys out of their car and tell him he wasn't getting them back till he calmed down.
Looking back on it, I was lucky I was feeling all parental and in control or the situation could have panned out very differently.
Have you lost it on the roads, or have you been on the recieving end of some nutter?
( , Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
Last week I had to stop a guy attacking another one in the middle of the road - one had run the lights whilst on the phone and the other had objected. I actually had to take the attacker's car keys out of their car and tell him he wasn't getting them back till he calmed down.
Looking back on it, I was lucky I was feeling all parental and in control or the situation could have panned out very differently.
Have you lost it on the roads, or have you been on the recieving end of some nutter?
( , Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
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drive-by - the wettening
the setting - a long, stony friday evening in mid-July in my chav-infested village.
supplies - 1 car, 2 water pistols.
you can probably put all that together and figure out what we got up to. the only problem came when we decided to start hitting bouncers with our watery bullets. we hit one HUGE motherfucker outside our most despised local club {it used to be a cool cinema} and with speed that i can't help but admire this brick wall of a man leaps into his brick wall of a car {a black Jeep} and chases our little Ford Escourt out of town. the chase saw us nearly crashing into an Ecilop car {thankfully vacant} whilst the bouncer guy screamed "GET OUT OF THAT FUCKING CAR" at us for about half a mile. he gave up eventually. maybe he noticed this was two stoned students and not the Stalyvegas Masseeev.
lesson from this? don't get bouncers slightly damp. they don't like it no they don't.
( , Sun 15 Oct 2006, 17:57, Reply)
the setting - a long, stony friday evening in mid-July in my chav-infested village.
supplies - 1 car, 2 water pistols.
you can probably put all that together and figure out what we got up to. the only problem came when we decided to start hitting bouncers with our watery bullets. we hit one HUGE motherfucker outside our most despised local club {it used to be a cool cinema} and with speed that i can't help but admire this brick wall of a man leaps into his brick wall of a car {a black Jeep} and chases our little Ford Escourt out of town. the chase saw us nearly crashing into an Ecilop car {thankfully vacant} whilst the bouncer guy screamed "GET OUT OF THAT FUCKING CAR" at us for about half a mile. he gave up eventually. maybe he noticed this was two stoned students and not the Stalyvegas Masseeev.
lesson from this? don't get bouncers slightly damp. they don't like it no they don't.
( , Sun 15 Oct 2006, 17:57, Reply)
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