A circle of people formed around us and I shouted "I have evidence! I have evidence!" and held my brother's insurance papers in the air like in a bad movie. The crowd turned against the guy on the bike and I sorta shouted "Lets see the frame number! Lets turn the bike around." I managed to turn the bike around and a market trader helped me to read the number from the BB shell. "It his! He's right!" he shouted and the crowd nodded approvingly.
brilliant, quite brilliant.. I'd argue it's more like an Ealing comedy than a bad movie - I could almost hear the crowd cheering as well..
brilliant, quite brilliant.. I'd argue it's more like an Ealing comedy than a bad movie - I could almost hear the crowd cheering as well..
good one lenni!