Drago
Legendary Member
- Location
- Suburban Poshshire
Walking the dog last night I mentioned to the driver of a Land Rover Freelander that his car was on fire. He was either thick, or thought I was having a laugh, as he drove on. I suspect the former.
I thought 'F you then', doffed my cloth cap, and carried on. A few hundred yards later I encounter said plum on his drive way, car now well and truly on fire while he unloaded the boot. I said, "you really want to do something about that" an he finally looked at the flames lapping round the front passenger wheel.
I don't carry a mobile phone, so told him he needs to phone Trumpton, which he did. I told him to stand well back, but the plum ignored me and was trying to put out the now large inferno with saucepans of water, thus endangering himself with zero chance of success.
Half the car is now engulfed and he decides it would be a good idea to try and rescue his worthless sheet from the boot. By now I'm stood well back and rolling my eyes at the guys idiocy.
Trumpton arrive, extinguish the conflagration, and give matey a bollocking. By now all the neighbours are out and one of them tells me he's an alky, which might explain his bizarre behaviour. They then tell me he's a convicted kiddie fiddler, just out of prison, which I think is true as the local paper were all over that a couple of years ago.
When one dons ones Camo jacket and cloth cap one expects a quiet, enjoyable stroll. One does not expect it to be interrupted by such jolly japes.
Tres excitement.
I thought 'F you then', doffed my cloth cap, and carried on. A few hundred yards later I encounter said plum on his drive way, car now well and truly on fire while he unloaded the boot. I said, "you really want to do something about that" an he finally looked at the flames lapping round the front passenger wheel.
I don't carry a mobile phone, so told him he needs to phone Trumpton, which he did. I told him to stand well back, but the plum ignored me and was trying to put out the now large inferno with saucepans of water, thus endangering himself with zero chance of success.
Half the car is now engulfed and he decides it would be a good idea to try and rescue his worthless sheet from the boot. By now I'm stood well back and rolling my eyes at the guys idiocy.
Trumpton arrive, extinguish the conflagration, and give matey a bollocking. By now all the neighbours are out and one of them tells me he's an alky, which might explain his bizarre behaviour. They then tell me he's a convicted kiddie fiddler, just out of prison, which I think is true as the local paper were all over that a couple of years ago.
When one dons ones Camo jacket and cloth cap one expects a quiet, enjoyable stroll. One does not expect it to be interrupted by such jolly japes.
Tres excitement.
