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Irate letter to The Telegraph from Nigel Blackwell
Posted by ganglesprocket on 7 November 2011 - 3:48pm.
It seems that when he isn't writing brilliantly observed observations of modern life, Nigel Blackwell, resident genius of Half Man Half Biscuit, is a keen reader of The Telegraph.
He's right about speed limits though...
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/comment/letters/8872926/The-terrifying-behavi...
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Wow
He lives in Margate! Who knew?
Must be a drag ...
... getting to Tranmere games from there
The Telegraph website...
...is for people who don't find the Daily Mail's depressing enough, as far as I can tell. Honestly, the comments are... unbelievable.
So, Bob, you're saying that they don't...
...have polite discourses about the Mahavishnu Orchestra and Interesting Facts there?
Should some of us go there on a field trip... or is it a lost cause?
Wow
a Margate dweller. Must make rehearsing tricky.
Bit of a stretch to describe HMHB as a touring band. I thought they only did one off dates as Nigel Blackwell doesn't like to be away from his own bog.
Well, I can't believe that that entire letter
does not contain one item of 6th form punnery.
Poor show Mr Biscuit.
so in some kind of literal sense...
...his career has gone down the toilet?
He's right about the foreign lorries though
I had a choice example last night, a big wagon bobbing , weaving , not giving a stuff about anything as vulgar as lane markings and generally giving me the willies on that 50 mph of the M1 up past Torrington Services. I had to risk life, limb and average speed cameras to get past this maniac, and then had him behind me, and only me, until the roadworks ended, though keeping him right there I figured was probably the right answer.
Back in 2003...
...on our way to Glastonbury, actually, myself and Mrs Bob got wiped out on the M25 by a German artic. We were in the middle lane, he's in the inside, and just as we're nosing past him, he moves out without looking or signalling.
We got spun around a few times - I lost count, owing to simultaneous screaming and shitting - and then he hit us again, on the passenger side, pushing us perhaps a couple of hundred yards down the motorway. Eventually, we came to rest about 6 feet from the parapet (this being on an elevated section). A bit faster and we'd have been mince. As it was, we walked away without a scratch.
I took his details, but it later transpired that I'd taken his plates from the trailer, not the cab. And the two didn't match. For a long time it looked like our written-off car would have to be a total loss with no remuneration at all, but sterling work by our insurers involving a PI eventually tracked the chap down. We got the full insured value.
Anyway. We got to Glastonbury and I spent the weekend off my tits. Don't let anyone tell you drugs and alcohol aren't excellent ways to deal with trauma! ;-)
Holy shit!
On the A1M driving south on the dual carriageway just past Richmond, N Yorks on the way back from summer hols this year.
Had to swerve across into the fast lane with seconds to spare to:
A) Allow in a wanker of immense scale driving an articulated lorry down a slip bucketing across both lanes.
B) Not die.
Any Fowler Welch (for it was one of theirs) lorry I've seen since that moment has been richly and roundly cursed at high volume.
1, 2, 3, 4
Sitting in the back of the Sherpa
Reading a biography of Gazza
I’m alerted to the presence
Of a juggernaut
The registration’s Polish
And it seems the driver’s goal is
To be the next Robert Kubica
En route to the next port
European lorry-centric newspaper whinge, yeah
European lorry-centric newspaper whinge, yeah
He's got form on this subject ...
"Keeping Two Chevrons Apart" springs to mind