I've stopped for swans before, then I recognised the bloke who'd stopped on the other side. He was a taxi driver that had driven me all the way from Nottingham to London for free when his taxi company accepted liability for me missing my train. Our journey turned out to be a right laf and we solved all the problems in the world.
Anywayz we had a right good chin wag whilst chaperoning the swans across the road & I got to meet his wife & kids too. A lovely time was had by all.
aaarrr.
My boss on the other hand once raced to an airport at 6am, as he left his village and went over a bridge he heard
'ppht, ppht, pppht, pppht, pppht, pppht, pppht'
He was in such a rush he thought nothing of it.
When he returned the huge
kafoor as to who was responsible for running over and beheading an entire family of ducks from the village pond was still a mystery 2 weeks after it had happened. It had even been front page news of the village Gazette!
He immediately checked his car and ... you guessed it.... there were feathers stuck in the grill.
To this day he's never owned up.
