spitfire
Walty McWaltface
Last week I threw a bottle of Oasis Summer Fruits at a car that nearly took-out Mrs Spy and me on a pedestrian crossing on the Finchley Road, whilst undertaking another car that had stopped. Bounced it off his back bumper. He stopped further down the road but fucked-off when I started walking towards him.
Family story. I was obviously not there. Or at least not sentient.
A chap in an MG gave my pregnant mother a nudge as she wasn’t moving fast enough for him on a ped crossing.
His convertible roof was “removed” by my dad and I don’t think he would try that ever again.
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