Dear White Van Man,
You may remember me from this morning. You see, you and I came into close contact at a mini roundabout in New Cross (thats down in Laaaaandan, if you were unsure). Because of this near miss, I though I would write this open letter to you to make something clear.
On a mini roundabout (or any roundabout, in fact), it is the driver coming from your right who has right of way. If you were to use the eyes in your, quite clearly, vacant head, you would see that I had my right indicator on, which suggests that I am about to turn right.
What you did, however, was drive aimlessly onto the roundabout (I’m assuming with your eyes closed and your hands covering your eyes just to make double sure nothing gets through) and if it were not for my quick reactions, you would have had a Renault Scenic shaped dent in your white van.
May I take this time to suggest that you re-start your lessons, and in closing I would like to express my feelings on the incident. I was going to use expletives, but I have taken a lot of time to calm down, and thoroughly think through what I want to say. As a result, my well thought through, highly educated opinion on the incident (with the help of a thesaurus) is this: you’re a prat.
Kindest regards,
Benny Smyth
I’m not. So I had a gentle rib at Adele. It’s all part and parcel of life. I actually quite like Adele’s music, and I am a fan of both her albums. First there was 19 (which was produced when she was 19), then there is 21 (which was produced when she was, you guessed it, 21) and I think they are both fantastic.
Even the album titles are great – two key numbers in her life that are very important to her. In fact, I have it on good authority that her next album will be entitled 46.
It’s her BMI.
B.S. Entertainments 