Sat nav gawping, "I am bring death, blue badge of certain oblivion" sporting, black Toyota Verso drivers in ill fitting shirts and nylon ties - which are designed to deliver a sense of responsibility and trust but ultimately retain the odor of a desperate man who has ripened for 9 sleep inducing hours in his aluminium shitbox with his arse pressed damply against his grey and red lumbar support, nearside seat cluttered with Kinder Bueno wrappers and baby wipes, gassing idly to pals on his sci-fi battlecruiser pilot earpiece purchased from the bargain basket by the side of the til at an all night garage just outside Hertford while stopping for a ginsters and a plastic ice scraper to scoop hen party vomit off the rear upholstery.
These. These are the ones to watch out for. And they are many.
Sat nav gawping, "I am bring death, blue badge of certain oblivion" sporting, black Toyota Verso drivers in ill fitting shirts and nylon ties - which are designed to deliver a sense of responsibility and trust but ultimately retain the odor of a desperate man who has ripened for 9 sleep inducing hours in his aluminium shitbox with his arse pressed damply against his grey and red lumbar support, nearside seat cluttered with Kinder Bueno wrappers and baby wipes, gassing idly to pals on his sci-fi battlecruiser pilot earpiece purchased from the bargain basket by the side of the til at an all night garage just outside Hertford while stopping for a ginsters and a plastic ice scraper to scoop hen party vomit off the rear upholstery.
These. These are the ones to watch out for. And they are many.