Great tale Barry
I was once Hitch Hiking to the 100 Club from Plymouth, dont know why, but for some reason back in the mid 8ts there was no transport out of Plymouth after 6.30 at night, as i didnt drive back then, after finishing my shift on HMS whatever..........cant remember now, i duelly stood on the slipway to the motorway waiting for my first lift, OMG not a sausage !, i had been waiting some considerable time when a wreck of a car pulled over up the road, i ran up & gave the driver the once over as i asked if he was going or could drop me near or on the way to London...........this was not the kinda guy i would have normally jumped into a car with on a dark Saturday night, however the 100 Club called & on a piss poor night like this was i might never get a another lift, so off we set for some where along the way............'weird bloke' then tells me he's just got out of gaol & has been on the rob all day in Plymouth, all the loot is in the back & do i fancy ought............i reply in the negative (politely) then matey says can you open the glove compartment & pass some pills..........this is when i realise that weird bloke' has the contents of the average pharmacy in there & it aint pharmacutical ! & he's armed to the teeth, i'm talking small seige size weapon...........he's popping this stuff like smarties & getting more irratic by the moment...........30 mins or so into the journey, he asks if i mind if we take a detour to drop off some tackle for his mate who's going to a Rave, realising as we hurtled along the Motorway at a vast rate of knots, i actually didnt have a choice i nervously agreed, no sooner had i done this when the car lurched irratically & took the next exit, the car was doing an amazing speed (as was the driver) & as we approached the roundabout at the bottom of the slipway from the Motorway it was obvious he was not going to slow down to negotiate it...............................bang, crash, wallop, fizz, pop, bang !!*^%$£*****$%!..........................car does something (?) then does a tripple backward somersault with Pike ending in a forward roll............the car was left upside down in the middle of the roundabout, i'm that suprised that i'm neither dead nor injured, that without another thought, i disentangle from the seat belt (thank god) & kick open the door, nighter bag in hand i quickly shout over my should 'alright mate' & when i hear some kinda response continued to sprint as quickly as i could, bobbing & weaving (just in case) as far away as i could from my friendly nut case !..............i would add that within 5 mins i came across a phone box & anon reported the accident. Anyhooooooooooooo whilst shaken, i am not deterred from my 100 Club mission & continue through the miserable night to the next slip road, where eventually a trucker takes pity & stops for me, i jumps in & he says he can drop me on the ring road into London.....................wayhay thinks i, small talk over, i end up avin a little kip, its hard work serving Queen & country & a welcome kip before the 100 Club was what i desperately needed............some time later friendly trucker gives me a knock saying we're there, & as i slowly pull myself from the depths of sleep, i realise we're at a service station & not in London................its fu**in' Crewe !!!!.......................... . I never did reach the 100 Club that night, but reckon i escaped death or at the very least a bum battering from the the drug crazed ex jail bird raver..............
Russ