Postby The Stig » Sat Jan 07, 2012 8:58 pm
Good Evening Ladies & Gentlemen,
The Stig must regale his lunchtime encounter. Whilst out ambulating the corgis, an old ankle injury, caused by that blasted Clarkson once kicking me, started acting up. I thought this a touch strange on such a warmish day. One cannot imagine how delighted The Stig was when some fine chaps appeared over the rise in a flurry of SPotted, SPotted, LFMAO (or something similar, it was a bit of a black blur) followed by a SPotted, SPotted and another SPotted. They seemed like a bunch of jolly chaps and chappettes, I gave them a wave and a mouthed a toodle-pip from beneath the white helmet. A minute or so later my ankle stopped hurting, however the corgis have been coughing up some awful black mucus since, I haven't a clue what they must of eaten or breathed in, Stiggy shall have to ask the veterinary tomorrow.
A doff of the helmet and a toodle pip Gents.
The Stig
The fools have the RPC again, so I'm at Waitrose in the Veyron.
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