The day before yesterday, I was happily driving in my top of the range Range Rover Vogue, through the East Yorkshire countryside, minding my own business, quaffing Pims and dreaming about hunting foxes when I was rudely brought to a sudden stop in my top of the range Range Rover Vogue! Some piece of top notch crumpet reversed into me at 40,50,60 maybe 70 miles per hour bashing my top of the range Range Rover Vogue. I was fuming! Pims all over my Badger fur coat. Even Marjorie was distracted from milking my "Man-horn" whilst I was driving my top of the range Range Rover Vogue. Damn you little people! Anyhoo, must dash. Off to the local Stoat fighting night with the chaps. Talllyyho!!!
You bet your arse that's right! Sorry for the late reply- been chastising Marcello for not cleaning my top of the range Range Rover Vogue. I thought he was bred for this. Hmmm? Note to self. Sack Marcello and buy a Polish lad for car cleaning duties. Anyway, I'm retiring to the east wing now. Don't want to waste anymore time discussing these matters with the likes of you peasants. Tallyho!
I don't know where they get these stats from that indicate young male drivers are so much worse than female. Myself along with about 10 mates have been driving for 2 years, and between us we've not even had a scratch. I only have about 5 female mates who drive, 2 have had their cars written off, 2 have got scrapes with only one unscathed.
