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I thought that yeasterdays drive home from work would be as uneventful as any other drive home from work, but no, how wrong was I?
I'd picked up my brother, Juk, from sixth form, and was almost out of Cambridge, sitting at traffic lights at a roadabout, about to go onto the A10 when I see that the guy behind me is talking on a mobile. I don't like this, it's not safe, and I don't want this guy to rear-end me.
Anyway, I'm looking at him, and I notice his uncanny resemblance to chunky Pop Idol sensation Rick Waller. I tell Juk this, and he adjusts the mirror on the sun visor thingy to take a look at the Waller-be. Only Waller notices Juk laughing at him.
Waller does NOT like being laughed at.
So I drive off when the lights change, and Waller is sitting really closely behind me. I hate this. I keep on touching the breaks, encourage him to back off a little, and he does so every now and then, but whenever we approach traffic lights, or roundabouts, he's right up there again.
Now once we turn off the A10 onto Grunty Fen we find it a little strange that he's still behind us, and we suspect that he might indeed be following us. Sure as hell he's getting as close as he can, and trying to make me take the particularly tight bends much to fast. But there's no way I'm doing that, so I'm breaking as usual, despite him not backing off.
Anyway, we come out of Grunty Fen, and into Witchford. we go through Witchford, and Waller is still following us, right out of the village again. Now the only reason you'd go this way would be if you were going to the business park, or beyond, where Juk happens to live. So we turn off down this road, and Waller decides to no longer follow us, but he does give us a nasty look as he passes on the left.
It was quite a nasty experience really, Juk had his phone ready to call someone if he'd have kept following us, because I reckon it would take more than a couple of people to take down a Rick Waller on a benny. Hell, he's built like a freakin' hippo.
But if you ask me, chunky c-list celebrities should set a better example, I mean, you don't see Lisa Riley doing this kind of thing, do you?
I'd picked up my brother, Juk, from sixth form, and was almost out of Cambridge, sitting at traffic lights at a roadabout, about to go onto the A10 when I see that the guy behind me is talking on a mobile. I don't like this, it's not safe, and I don't want this guy to rear-end me.
Anyway, I'm looking at him, and I notice his uncanny resemblance to chunky Pop Idol sensation Rick Waller. I tell Juk this, and he adjusts the mirror on the sun visor thingy to take a look at the Waller-be. Only Waller notices Juk laughing at him.
Waller does NOT like being laughed at.
So I drive off when the lights change, and Waller is sitting really closely behind me. I hate this. I keep on touching the breaks, encourage him to back off a little, and he does so every now and then, but whenever we approach traffic lights, or roundabouts, he's right up there again.
Now once we turn off the A10 onto Grunty Fen we find it a little strange that he's still behind us, and we suspect that he might indeed be following us. Sure as hell he's getting as close as he can, and trying to make me take the particularly tight bends much to fast. But there's no way I'm doing that, so I'm breaking as usual, despite him not backing off.
Anyway, we come out of Grunty Fen, and into Witchford. we go through Witchford, and Waller is still following us, right out of the village again. Now the only reason you'd go this way would be if you were going to the business park, or beyond, where Juk happens to live. So we turn off down this road, and Waller decides to no longer follow us, but he does give us a nasty look as he passes on the left.
It was quite a nasty experience really, Juk had his phone ready to call someone if he'd have kept following us, because I reckon it would take more than a couple of people to take down a Rick Waller on a benny. Hell, he's built like a freakin' hippo.
But if you ask me, chunky c-list celebrities should set a better example, I mean, you don't see Lisa Riley doing this kind of thing, do you?
Lol! Waller, the fat slob. I love hearing these stories bout z-list celebs (they wish they were c-lists), normally big brother contestants, pop idol/stars/rivals rejects, and coronation street 'stars'. I would have liked to have seen waller prise himself from his car, what was he driving btw?
pretty scary stuff
whats juk a nickname for then?
whats juk a nickname for then?
Dr Duck wrote:
> Is this a true story?
Yes
> Did it really happen like that?
Yes, exactly.
> And if so, whas it really him?
Well it looked similar. It's funnier to think it was him.
> And he's called Juk?
>
> ;^D
Juk's his nickname.
:o)
> Is this a true story?
Yes
> Did it really happen like that?
Yes, exactly.
> And if so, whas it really him?
Well it looked similar. It's funnier to think it was him.
> And he's called Juk?
>
> ;^D
Juk's his nickname.
:o)
I have absolutely no idea what any of this means. Honest.
Personally I think Waller's still smarting from your ginsters accustations, including the "chunk pop sensation" line.
Clearly hell hath no fury like a Waller scorned.
Clearly hell hath no fury like a Waller scorned.
Is this a true story?
Did it really happen like that?
And if so, whas it really him?
And he's called Juk?
;^D
Did it really happen like that?
And if so, whas it really him?
And he's called Juk?
;^D
I read this while listening to Adagio for Strings by Barber... that was a very strange experience for my imagination.
Meka Dragon wrote:
. Hell, he's built like a freakin' hippo.
*******
A Hungry Hungry Hippo?
. Hell, he's built like a freakin' hippo.
*******
A Hungry Hungry Hippo?
Next time make sure to fit oil-slicks to your car. Then...SHOOT EM OUT!
That Hippo will go flying off-road!
Ok...to many videogames.
That Hippo will go flying off-road!
Ok...to many videogames.
I thought that yeasterdays drive home from work would be as uneventful as any other drive home from work, but no, how wrong was I?
I'd picked up my brother, Juk, from sixth form, and was almost out of Cambridge, sitting at traffic lights at a roadabout, about to go onto the A10 when I see that the guy behind me is talking on a mobile. I don't like this, it's not safe, and I don't want this guy to rear-end me.
Anyway, I'm looking at him, and I notice his uncanny resemblance to chunky Pop Idol sensation Rick Waller. I tell Juk this, and he adjusts the mirror on the sun visor thingy to take a look at the Waller-be. Only Waller notices Juk laughing at him.
Waller does NOT like being laughed at.
So I drive off when the lights change, and Waller is sitting really closely behind me. I hate this. I keep on touching the breaks, encourage him to back off a little, and he does so every now and then, but whenever we approach traffic lights, or roundabouts, he's right up there again.
Now once we turn off the A10 onto Grunty Fen we find it a little strange that he's still behind us, and we suspect that he might indeed be following us. Sure as hell he's getting as close as he can, and trying to make me take the particularly tight bends much to fast. But there's no way I'm doing that, so I'm breaking as usual, despite him not backing off.
Anyway, we come out of Grunty Fen, and into Witchford. we go through Witchford, and Waller is still following us, right out of the village again. Now the only reason you'd go this way would be if you were going to the business park, or beyond, where Juk happens to live. So we turn off down this road, and Waller decides to no longer follow us, but he does give us a nasty look as he passes on the left.
It was quite a nasty experience really, Juk had his phone ready to call someone if he'd have kept following us, because I reckon it would take more than a couple of people to take down a Rick Waller on a benny. Hell, he's built like a freakin' hippo.
But if you ask me, chunky c-list celebrities should set a better example, I mean, you don't see Lisa Riley doing this kind of thing, do you?
I'd picked up my brother, Juk, from sixth form, and was almost out of Cambridge, sitting at traffic lights at a roadabout, about to go onto the A10 when I see that the guy behind me is talking on a mobile. I don't like this, it's not safe, and I don't want this guy to rear-end me.
Anyway, I'm looking at him, and I notice his uncanny resemblance to chunky Pop Idol sensation Rick Waller. I tell Juk this, and he adjusts the mirror on the sun visor thingy to take a look at the Waller-be. Only Waller notices Juk laughing at him.
Waller does NOT like being laughed at.
So I drive off when the lights change, and Waller is sitting really closely behind me. I hate this. I keep on touching the breaks, encourage him to back off a little, and he does so every now and then, but whenever we approach traffic lights, or roundabouts, he's right up there again.
Now once we turn off the A10 onto Grunty Fen we find it a little strange that he's still behind us, and we suspect that he might indeed be following us. Sure as hell he's getting as close as he can, and trying to make me take the particularly tight bends much to fast. But there's no way I'm doing that, so I'm breaking as usual, despite him not backing off.
Anyway, we come out of Grunty Fen, and into Witchford. we go through Witchford, and Waller is still following us, right out of the village again. Now the only reason you'd go this way would be if you were going to the business park, or beyond, where Juk happens to live. So we turn off down this road, and Waller decides to no longer follow us, but he does give us a nasty look as he passes on the left.
It was quite a nasty experience really, Juk had his phone ready to call someone if he'd have kept following us, because I reckon it would take more than a couple of people to take down a Rick Waller on a benny. Hell, he's built like a freakin' hippo.
But if you ask me, chunky c-list celebrities should set a better example, I mean, you don't see Lisa Riley doing this kind of thing, do you?