I was walking to an older woman’s car with her (I think we were going to boff), and I was commenting on how the Bentleigh we were heading towards was quite nice. She wound up getting in a silver Porsche behind it, and I was trying to cover myself by saying that Porches were ok, as they were sports cars. This came out lame and I did not say that I had a coupe also.
I was in England and Liz Ryan has given me the key to a friend of her’s place. I kept letting myself in and on about the third or fourth time I heard someone hiding in another room. Upon calling out, they revealed themselves and after a short explanation, which was taken at face value, it was accepted that I’d been allowed to come and go.
Following this, a levee on a river broke. This was about as high as an elevated train line (so 4-5m) and I had to wade outside to tie my car down as it was trying to float away. I used light weight plasticised rope to tie it to a tree on the nature strip after some struggle. The car stayed watertight during all this.