spend my friday afternoons trudging down the A303 back from london to Devon.
Now there are some Pikey pullers who show some level of thought, they pull over if the queue gets too long behind them, that sort of thing, but christ there are some real fricking knob jockeys out there at this time of the year through to Sept.....
It would appear that the moment they attach the pikey wagon to the back of the car they have a frontal labotomy, what little is left of the brain they had is then kept in the cool box in the wagon, they then take to the roads driving like a tit.
BUT.....and this is the best bit....before loading up the trusty workhorse of a car with the family, clothes for every eventuality and the aformentioned wobbly box, the overall weight of the car has now nearly doubled and they have neglected to carry out some basic servicing so halfway to their destination the bloody car gives up the ghost in a cloud of steam/smoke or possibly even both, normally on a busy A road with half the population of that county sat behind them, many of whom are now boiling up themselves.
if i appear to be marginally frustrated by the sight of wobbly boxes on the road is because most of the time i am
sorry, i'll get back in me corner now