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So there I was, peacefully stopped at the traffic lights southbound on
Shoreditch High Street. Coming north up Shoreditch High Street is one of
Her Majesty's Vauxhall Astras. Blue lights on, but no siren. Coming east
out of Holywell Lane is a Peugeot 306. It is clearly not being driven by
Superman, as the driver is unable to see the rapidly approaching dibbles due
to the presence of an irritatingly opaque building.
There is a collective sharp intake of breath among the cyclists and
motorcyclists gathered in the ASL area, coz we can see exactly what is about
to happen. Peugeot makes contact with Astra's nearside rear wing. Astra is
very soon umop-ap!sdn, heading in our direction and shedding bits for which
it has no further use. Fortunately it bounced off a convenient piece of
road furniture, but one of its wheels was heading in my direction with
alarming despatch. This, kids, is why it's a good idea to change down into
a low gear when stopped at the lights. Fear, as the poet sang, lent him
wings, and I took off at a rate that would have left Senor Alonso's company
car looking rather second-rate.
Don't know if anyone was KSI or hit by flying motorcar parts, but I think I
need a drink...
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Dave Larrington - <http://www.legslarry.beerdrinkers.co.uk/>
A *National* Socialist Government did you say, Mr. Chaplin?