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James
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« Reply #2980 on: April 27, 2007, 05:07:05 PM » |
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I drove to Cornwall and back today, a 500 mile round trip. Dad had a meeting with some people. When we got there they were standing outside the factory because they didn't have the keys and were waiting for someone to bring them. So we went for lunch with the two men. The businessman seemed like a "Smoke me a kipper, I'll be back for breakfast" kind of guy. They seemed a little untrustworthy at first but they were ok in the end. After two hours of lunch and lots of phone calls later we found out the guy with the keys had "broken down" somewhere. But he would definitely be there at 3:15pm. Of course, he eventually turned up at 4pm.
It took 3 hours 50 minutes to do 260 miles there. I remember the days when we had a cottage down there. It took mum 4 1/2 hours to do 216 miles. On the way back the satnav bleeped and showed a traffic warning on it. Dad and I were arguing about how accurate it is, so we missed the last turn after the signs saying "This road closed between here and here". Bugger. So we were sat in a traffic jam for an hour and a half. At the start of the queue I saw a red Aston Martin Vantage. Nothing special. Except I saw the same car 100 miles later on a different motorway, same number plate. I did all the driving with no breaks and spent most of the time in Cornwall in the car playing on my DS. I think it took about 5 hours to get home.
Something that confused me while I was there - We filled the car up at a Total petrol station. It was right next door to an Esso station. Not even across the road from each other, they just had a brick wall between them. Total was 90.9p/litre and Esso was 91.9p/litre. When I got back home I checked the local prices and they were at 96.9p/litre.
You can tell it's Friday night. We stopped at a big supermarket when we got home where there was a huge group of chavs knobbing about in front while their friends who look slightly older were inside trying to buy alcohol. It's also a meeting point for knobby chavs in knobby crap cars to show each ova's mota powah!
If you're still reading, I'm rambling because I'm tired but buzzing and had a mind numbingly boring drive home. I had to listen to a football game on a crackly AM radio station which kept hissing louder and quieter.
Where's that beer gone?
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« Last Edit: April 27, 2007, 05:09:37 PM by James »
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