A long time ago

on the long and twisty road that used to be the only route from Rhyl to Colwyn Bay, a Rolls Royce glided effortlessly past a group of four teenage wnakers in an Austin 1100.

Bravely the lads gave chase but could make no impression on the prestige motor in front - it left them, and disappeared. Until there came a general slowing of traffic and an eventual dead stop. The w**kers in the Oggy could see the Roller, in the queue, about seven cars ahead. They pulled to a halt at the rear of the queue. There was no oncoming traffic for some reason. After a short debate, a decision was made: they pulled out of the queue and razzed up the outside, flicking the Vs at the Roller as they went by, nipped round the obstruction (I honestly can't remember what it was!) and burst away on the open thoroughfare.

And broke down about 300yards further on.

I wish I could tell you that the guy in the Roller had flicked the Vs back at us five minutes later, but he didn't. Roller drivers, see - no class.

Posted By: Suggy, Jun 12, 22:38:26