(Or a response to a request from Mich)
Owing to recent legal action over a minor coming together between myself and a young lady on a bicycle, I had to withhold my account of events at The Burton Bradstock Gay Fun Run earlier in the year.
The incident, in which I turned the wrong way onto a one way street, left her with a torn pair of britches and your correspondent with a scratch on his little pink Volswagen.
Thinking this was a situation best remedied with some Rotarian courtesy, I suggested she gave me the name of her tailor and I'd leave some money on account to effect the repairs.
This ploy appeared to have worked until a woman wearing a hi-viz tabbard emblazoned with the slogan "1 Less Car" entered the fray. Some whispered exchanges ensued and the next thing I knew was that the emergency services were being summoned.
Subsequently, two ambulances arrived and in no time paramedics in green jumpsuits were bustling all around catering for her every whim. Our plaintiff, hitherto in rude health, was now demanding gas and air and that she be put on a stretcher. Blue lights flashing, they departed the scene for the local infirmary where she spent a week being treated for
shock.
I'm sure her shock paled into insignificance compared to the shock I experienced when, some months later, I entered the courtroom and there, among the silks on the prosecution bench, sat our "1 Less Car" activist.
I had the proverbial book thrown at me; a £1500 fine, 6 points on my licence and, owing to the level of compensation awarded, my insurance has now gone through the roof.
Smarting from this apparent injustice I consulted my Rotarian conections to see if they could dredge up some dirt on 1 Less Car.
Some time later, I got a call from Lt. Col. Ashton Wickett informing me that he had managed to "pull some strings" and put it about that 1 Less Car were procurring their Hi Viz jackets from a Bangladeshi sweatshop employing child slave labour.
Next thing I know, 1 Less Car is no more!
A Great triumph for Rotarianism over this rather foetid little organisation.
Owing to recent legal action over a minor coming together between myself and a young lady on a bicycle, I had to withhold my account of events at The Burton Bradstock Gay Fun Run earlier in the year.
The incident, in which I turned the wrong way onto a one way street, left her with a torn pair of britches and your correspondent with a scratch on his little pink Volswagen.
Thinking this was a situation best remedied with some Rotarian courtesy, I suggested she gave me the name of her tailor and I'd leave some money on account to effect the repairs.
This ploy appeared to have worked until a woman wearing a hi-viz tabbard emblazoned with the slogan "1 Less Car" entered the fray. Some whispered exchanges ensued and the next thing I knew was that the emergency services were being summoned.
Subsequently, two ambulances arrived and in no time paramedics in green jumpsuits were bustling all around catering for her every whim. Our plaintiff, hitherto in rude health, was now demanding gas and air and that she be put on a stretcher. Blue lights flashing, they departed the scene for the local infirmary where she spent a week being treated for
shock.
I'm sure her shock paled into insignificance compared to the shock I experienced when, some months later, I entered the courtroom and there, among the silks on the prosecution bench, sat our "1 Less Car" activist.
I had the proverbial book thrown at me; a £1500 fine, 6 points on my licence and, owing to the level of compensation awarded, my insurance has now gone through the roof.
Smarting from this apparent injustice I consulted my Rotarian conections to see if they could dredge up some dirt on 1 Less Car.
Some time later, I got a call from Lt. Col. Ashton Wickett informing me that he had managed to "pull some strings" and put it about that 1 Less Car were procurring their Hi Viz jackets from a Bangladeshi sweatshop employing child slave labour.
Next thing I know, 1 Less Car is no more!
A Great triumph for Rotarianism over this rather foetid little organisation.
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