If you're the RagER, beware the RagEE!
Many moons ago (2002, in fact) while I was still at University, I lived in lovely, sunny Wakefield. Being a student, and a southerner at that, in this City sometimes brings about some fairly fruity occasions…

Now, while I was at Uni, I used to belt about in an Escort (I brace myself for the oncoming onslaught – I drive a decent car nowadays), and one evening finds me tearing from Bretton Hall to Wakefield via some pretty hairy back roads. I poke my nose out of a blind turning, being super careful because you never know what’s coming the other way – when the twunt in the white van behind me reckons I’m being over cautious (a quick shufty both ways obviously WAY too careful), and darts around me and off in to the night.

With me in pursuit.

Oh, how I flashed my powerful Ford Beams! Oh, how I gesticulated! Oh, the violent and acid filled words that spewed forth from my previously untapped hatred reserves!

He pulls over in to a car park. I leap out of my car, ready not for violence, but to deliver the bollocking of a lifetime when…

This guy unfolds himself from the car. I look up. And up. Christ, he was big.

“Got a problem mate?” spake he.

*swallow* “Me? Er… Um… No, no. Just trying to tell you a brake light was out, that’s all… Bye!”

And then drove as fast as those wheels could carry me back to my house before the huge man came to deliver the beating of a lifetime for me being a lying little toad.

Either way: Me – 1, Huge Violent Psychopath – 0!
( Devil_In_Tights the *real* DiT!, Mon 16 Oct 2006, 16:39, Reply)