14/08/2023
Was at a pub stopover in Cheddar and the rain was coming down hard being extremely loud on the roof of the Rascal. A drunk staggers to his car tripping over his own feet, he groans "bloody shoes". Parked next to me, he slams his door into the Rascal and calls across to his lady friend "bloody van".
He gets in his car, rolls down his window and makes out with the female like he was harvesting for brains in a hurry. He lights a cigarette, chatting a whole lot of nothing and starts his engine. Dropping his cigarette and frantically grabbing it quickly he says "bloody cigarette". Missing a gear he puts it in 1st and begins to head forward into the fence. Fear not, he assured me this was the "bloody gear box". Once reversed out of the space he places it in 1st and stalls the car, "bloody clutch" he shouts.
Finally driving off I hear the noise of his revs rumble down the road and I'm left here alone with nothing but his registration number and my mobile in hand, those bloody laws!