He doesn't drive with one elbow sticking out of the window.
He doesn't use a mobile whilst driving.
His average driving speed is 45mph.
He is unagressive and extremely polite & considerate to fellow road-users.
This morning I asked him if he'd care to help me with the housework. He said no as he would be busy 'pimping up his ride.'
- This will involve sweeping all the compost and dog hairs out of the back.
- Screwing on the bumper that he knocked off last night on Gorgeous Gage's gate post.
- Removing the green slime from the top of the van.
So far I have loaded the washing machine, the dishwasher and made a mercy dash to the garage for chocolate milk for Bert. Needless to say I belted up.
At the garage Nelly waves choccy milk at Hans.
"Guess who was on the stout last night?"
"That's not right talking about Bert behind his back."
"Won't you be slagging him then?"
"Yeah. He might let the dogs out of the van. Or worse, go and tell his mother on me."
Clint came round when Bert was pimping the ride. Bert says "when I get this finished I might hit the Port later on. Clint replied. "Ye might as well. Sure ye've hit everything else."