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Well, I've just been on the phone to the police three times in less than an hour. This cannot be a good.
To make this sound less bad, because it is in fact less bad, they were all regarding the same thing and in one case they called me.
I saw a car spin out and come close to demolish a traffic island at the Vogue Gyratory (sp!) so, after having checked that everyone was okay and heading down the road for a couple of minutes it occurred to me that this may be something I should inform officialdom about. So, hesitantly, and slightly drunkenly I did. (For the record, any typos can safely be attributed to either that same drunkenness or the extreme numbness that my right hand is suffering from from the sub-absolute-zero temperatures out there). Anyways, a good five minutes down the road I am called back by a PRIVATE NUMBER. This being quarter to four in the morning I'm reasonably sure of who it'll be before I pick up, given mostly my friends choose to call me at, y'know, reasonable hours. They want more details given the car has driven/clanked/been dragged off by then. Having supplied the meagre details my inebriated brain has summoned up I hang up, only to have to call them back two minutes later due to stupidity and realising I hadn't told them the obvious stuff, like which side of the car got damaged.
So, anyways, that my story.
If i'm lucky I'll remember to update on the rest of the evening, which was interesting and eventful by turn.
To make this sound less bad, because it is in fact less bad, they were all regarding the same thing and in one case they called me.
I saw a car spin out and come close to demolish a traffic island at the Vogue Gyratory (sp!) so, after having checked that everyone was okay and heading down the road for a couple of minutes it occurred to me that this may be something I should inform officialdom about. So, hesitantly, and slightly drunkenly I did. (For the record, any typos can safely be attributed to either that same drunkenness or the extreme numbness that my right hand is suffering from from the sub-absolute-zero temperatures out there). Anyways, a good five minutes down the road I am called back by a PRIVATE NUMBER. This being quarter to four in the morning I'm reasonably sure of who it'll be before I pick up, given mostly my friends choose to call me at, y'know, reasonable hours. They want more details given the car has driven/clanked/been dragged off by then. Having supplied the meagre details my inebriated brain has summoned up I hang up, only to have to call them back two minutes later due to stupidity and realising I hadn't told them the obvious stuff, like which side of the car got damaged.
So, anyways, that my story.
If i'm lucky I'll remember to update on the rest of the evening, which was interesting and eventful by turn.