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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Man's Games
Shuffling down the Finchley Road we were, me and my mate - two students. Full of the joys that only piss-thin freshers, who've never had more than £30 in their life, could be having just received the first installments of their student loans.
My mate pulls out of a side road in his Mini Metro and severly cuts up a kojak lookalike. Kojak looks pissed, but we carry on about our business. A few junctions further along we stop at some traffic lights. Out of nowhere Kojak appears, having jumped out of his car behind us, and starts scrabbling away at the door to get at my mate.
He manages to force down the window and sticks his tiny, shiny head through and utters the immortal words...
"If you wanna play man's games....(Pause while he realises he hasn't fully thought out this particular verbal volly)....then....then....play man's games!!"
Then he slinks off. Opportunity lost I say, he should've battered us.
Kojak apologies for his lack of hair length.
( , Tue 17 Oct 2006, 14:23, Reply)
Shuffling down the Finchley Road we were, me and my mate - two students. Full of the joys that only piss-thin freshers, who've never had more than £30 in their life, could be having just received the first installments of their student loans.
My mate pulls out of a side road in his Mini Metro and severly cuts up a kojak lookalike. Kojak looks pissed, but we carry on about our business. A few junctions further along we stop at some traffic lights. Out of nowhere Kojak appears, having jumped out of his car behind us, and starts scrabbling away at the door to get at my mate.
He manages to force down the window and sticks his tiny, shiny head through and utters the immortal words...
"If you wanna play man's games....(Pause while he realises he hasn't fully thought out this particular verbal volly)....then....then....play man's games!!"
Then he slinks off. Opportunity lost I say, he should've battered us.
Kojak apologies for his lack of hair length.
( , Tue 17 Oct 2006, 14:23, Reply)
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