The elaborate one where you were going to start a fight with a passing police car, but not quite badly enough to result in anything worse than a night in the cells. I remember you'd worked it out in detail at the time.
Yeah I remember now, it was that long stretch of road and I could see the police car coming for ages. I'd fantasized about the delicious sodexo breakfast I'd get as well.
I didnt shift from high high, and couldn't make my hands work to move up the cassette. It was a lesson in bad planning....
What was that again? Before or after the rubber chicken?