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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Parking rage
Why are parking spots so 'emotive'? Even now, if we have to deviate a couple of feet from our chosen place to rest our banger there's tears and gnashing and wailing of teeth in the Chickenwire household.
But it wasn't always so.
Living a young lad's life, in a terrace in Leeds I used to regularly host soirees for my chums. I was also honoured to have the world's most ignorant fella living opposite.
One night, must have been half-past-ten, I hear a solid banging on the door. "Must be a problem!" We thought, and so opened the door to the ignorant neighbour, who, without another word, jabbed his hand back towards the front of the house "Is that your car?" he snarled, obviously meaning the Vauxhall Cavalier parked outside his pebbled-dashed frontage.
"No" quipped I, thinking on my feet of something more obviously witty to say, only to be baulked by the ignorant neighbour turning his back on me and stalking back towards his den. I didn't have the heart to call after him and advise it belonged to one of my evening guests.
Still, I got my own back for the ignorance. Every night I got in from a club, I pissed on his door handles.
( , Wed 18 Oct 2006, 7:13, Reply)
Why are parking spots so 'emotive'? Even now, if we have to deviate a couple of feet from our chosen place to rest our banger there's tears and gnashing and wailing of teeth in the Chickenwire household.
But it wasn't always so.
Living a young lad's life, in a terrace in Leeds I used to regularly host soirees for my chums. I was also honoured to have the world's most ignorant fella living opposite.
One night, must have been half-past-ten, I hear a solid banging on the door. "Must be a problem!" We thought, and so opened the door to the ignorant neighbour, who, without another word, jabbed his hand back towards the front of the house "Is that your car?" he snarled, obviously meaning the Vauxhall Cavalier parked outside his pebbled-dashed frontage.
"No" quipped I, thinking on my feet of something more obviously witty to say, only to be baulked by the ignorant neighbour turning his back on me and stalking back towards his den. I didn't have the heart to call after him and advise it belonged to one of my evening guests.
Still, I got my own back for the ignorance. Every night I got in from a club, I pissed on his door handles.
( , Wed 18 Oct 2006, 7:13, Reply)
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