First yeah. However I cannot be smug when I reveal that on Saturday, the day immediately after passing, my car broke down and then I crashed into a pillar in a car park.
Actually, it wasn’t so much of a crash… ‘crash’ suggests some kind of unexpected, speedy aspect, whereas actually I (in the car, obviously) sidled up slowly to the pillar and then danced seductively around it, rubbing my big Ka’s bottom on its paintwork. It involved two car park men, a quarter of a rugby team, two housewives, a goth and fetish model and a ‘pleasure expert’ to get the car out of the car park again. :/
