Chalvington Road - have lived in the same house for 32 years.
I'm sat (at work) a couple of hundred yards away then (in Brickfield Lane).
House the other end - near Thornden School
Chalvington Road - have lived in the same house for 32 years.
I used to to have to park my car in a public road for work, along with several other staff. Someone obviously didn't like me being there, despite the fact all residents had huge drives. I suffered two snapped door mirrors, two windscreens and a road cone through my rear screen. Lovely. A colleague had 4 tyres slashed.
I'm sat (at work) a couple of hundred yards away then (in Brickfield Lane).
House the other end - near Thornden School
Next time I'm walking down Brickfield Lane, I'll wear my (retro) Albion shirt and be prepared to wave.
And later today I will be charging off in an easterly direction to go to my brother in Sompting, and then charge off to this little village we know called Falmer......
I'll wave to you as we sit in the traffic through Chichester.
Next time I'm walking down Brickfield Lane, I'll wear my (retro) Albion shirt and be prepared to wave.
And later today I will be charging off in an easterly direction to go to my brother in Sompting, and then charge off to this little village we know called Falmer......
I'll wave to you as we sit in the traffic through Chichester.
It's a Valentines day miracle. Could this be NSCs first romance?
It's a Valentines day miracle. Could this be NSCs first romance?
Not unless there is something in my genes which I have not been aware these last 63 years............
............ Unless HKFC turns out to be of the female variety, which I am fairly sure he isn't.
A friend of ours had trouble like this with her neighbour once. She parked her car on the road, outside his place, as there were other cars parked all the way along - & it was the only available spot. The neighbour came out the house moaning at her for parking where his wife usually put their car &, according to her, was quite abusive towards her and the children. The next morning she came out to find her front tyre slashed & flat as a pancake. Cant say it was definitely him, but seems a coincidence....especially as there has never been anything like that before - or since.
I had a run in with the old misery myself too when I parked my car in front of his. Before I had even got out the car properly, he had dashed out his house - & was standing there having a moan that his wife needed to get out in the morning & needed more space. Seriously, I had left about 4ft between my car & his - so I told him to send his wife to retake her test if she couldn't get out a gap that size, & stop being such a whiny old f*****. Then I just walked away. Never heard from him again.
My girlfriend gets this about once a month where she parks for work in Wilmslow. We ignore the letters and nothing has ever happened.
We can still have a BROMANCE David.
Oh, you're so persuasive and masterful, Hans.........
I had a very similar thing happened when I parked up near my friends house ,this whinny old sh*thouse came storming out out of his house hurling abuse at me and my wife for parking near his entrance ...unluckily for him just as he reached his maximum slipper speed he slipped on a piece of mud (I say dog sh*te as it sounds better but my wife says a piece of mud) ,and hurtled down his driveway on his as*se .
My wife got out the car to see if he was alright while I had my head on the steering wheel crying with laughter unable to move.
A couple of weekends ago a few of us drove out to The Griffin in Fletchling. An odd pub, much better in theory than practice. Alongside it's undoubted olde worlde charm it has some unfortunately snobby clientelle and there is a spot in the restaurant, about the middle, past the mantle, under a beam, that smells exactly like over boiled cabbage. Not just a one off, smells like it everytime. Haunted by a cabbage? As for the clientelle? lots of Hunter wellingtons and red trousers. Some absolutely stunning posh totty though.
Anyway, I digress. We pulled up outside the pub and someone had procured a prime spot, not with a car but with three odd cones. One a police cone (obvs not placed by police), one a men at work cone from Waitrose and one with a wooly hat on top. We didn't think twice about removing them, placing them against the pub wall and parking there as they were neither council or Police but some resident toff ensuring he gets the spot even when he is not there. It's total unrestricted parking 24/7 so we knew it would be fine.
We left the car overnight and got a cab back, returning for the car the next afternoon. The cones had been arranged around the car, right up against the nearside back and front wheels and one in fornt of the bumper. I have no idea what they meant to do except make a point.
We slung one cone onto the neighbours driveway, in plain sight. One went on top of a nearby skip and the other went in the car boot to be disposed of later. The thought being that he will see two of them straight away and then go hunting in vain for the third one that "must be nearby somewhere". It's not. It's in a wheely bin in Haywards Heath and he's never seeing it again.