Robin: "Will I be one of those stories insurance companies publish about ludicrous claims...? I was down in Dorset for the weekend with the school doing outward boundy sort of things.
I parked in a field and walked down to where a bunch of posh and hormonal 15 year olds were attempting canoeing and came back to find a mucus coloured wreck with dangling wing mirrors and a lump bitten out of the soft-top. I managed to fix the mirrors and stuck gaffer tape to the roof but it just peeled off...it don't stick too well to cow spit. The girls thought it a huge joke ha bloody ha.
I had to finish the day off with my wounded motor car then the only way to get back without bits flapping was with the top down...in the dark! I mean, 10 for cool...or as cool as you can look in a car covered in bovine sputum but by the time I got home my legs were toasty but my upper half was welded into position, my hair was a frosty fright-wig and my frozen fingers had to be prised from the wheel.
Other than that, not a bad weekend, thank you."
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