andygolfer wrote:but I bet you weren't running rings round the double decker bus at the time
Just tell him you were hit by a sacred cow and wish to sue the owner
Silly Billy, just wait until they phone you - hopefully you'll get Mr. Chapati Bhindi-Bhaji Poppadom on the old dog and bone.
The one I got this afternoon was a bit worrying, he told me that I had badly injured a woman on her bicycle three years ago (he was an Irish chap and he insisted on calling me "Michael" after every three words - I utterly detest being called that, you can call me anything you like - but not that !).
He asked me if I was an inexperienced driver at the time.........................well..........................my mouth went into over-drive.........................
I said "so when did you pass your driving test"
He said "I hope to be getting driving lessons next year if my mother lets me"
I said "I passed my test on the 15th of January 1975, first time, and have been a professional driver for about 30 years of those 40, and have probably driven about 4 million miles without a single accident of any kind"
He said "You're some man, Michael"
That's the last I heard of Seamus, one of us hung up and it wasn't him.
