Someone said :
Every third Saturday evening Marcel and myself take a road trip. We travel, in silence, till we arrive at a certain car park on the N4 between Mullingar and Longford. We wait in the car till nightfall. When Marcel takes out a packet of 20 Benson & Hedges and lights one up I know it’s time. I wind down the passenger window and hang my bare arse out it.
Sometimes, as I grimace and let muffled screams of pain as the ever increasing gang of stranger behind me are doing what it is they do, I watch Marcel inhale, the spark of the cigarette lighting up his eyes, and think “is it worth it.”
Wow, Powdie, that's uncanny.
Myself and my ex do exactly
the same thing - down to the Midlands we go every second Friday, except the place we travel to in silence is a secluded little quay on the shores of Lough Ree (prohibited to hire craft) where I hang my arse out of the window for the perusal of, and use by, the local rednecks and but we also have ABBA Gold on the stereo at full blast and we violate the local swans too...
...and I have electric windows in my car...