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After my well documented (page 7) failed romance on a train, I had the opportunity to try my skills at pulling whilst on the move in another context recently.
I was being driven by my friend Ben in his Audi along the M4 when we overtook a gorgeous girl in a VW Polo. "Get her number, get her number!" said Ben as I stared more than perhaps was polite or necessary. Unfortunately, getting the telephone number of someone in another car whilst you're both moving at motorway speeds requires ingenuity at the best of times, and my mind was pre-occupied at this point (she was hot). So, as she pulled off at a junction and we sailed on she was lost forever in the midst of time...
Ben, however, assured me that it was possible to get a phone number in such circumstances, and said something about "showing your telephone". This now had to be put to the test, and as luck would have it, an opportunity arose almost immediately as we drew alongside a beautiful brunette in a Renault 5. I would say "shame about the car" but then on reflection I like a bit of French chic and, let's face it, it wasn't a Daewoo or a Micra. Anyway, that's not the point. How did I get on with my quest?
As you can imagine - even in a bit of traffic - we weren't alongside for long so it all happened quite quickly, and it happened like this. After ascertaining that the occupant of the car was a good looking girl I retrieved my phone from the passenger door bin, and waved it around spasmodically, just long enough to get an odd look. Even though she stayed behind us on the motorway for quite a while, I think it's fair to say that I knew instantly I had not been successful. All I can say is that at least it was Ben's car and not mine.
I'm tempted to challenge Ben to demonstrate his theory, but his long term girlfriend might object. The determined part of me is tempted to prove myself that it can be done, but let's face it, it's probably easier to pull on a train and I've not managed that yet.
So, there you have it. Another non-story.
Still, all's well that ends well.
I was being driven by my friend Ben in his Audi along the M4 when we overtook a gorgeous girl in a VW Polo. "Get her number, get her number!" said Ben as I stared more than perhaps was polite or necessary. Unfortunately, getting the telephone number of someone in another car whilst you're both moving at motorway speeds requires ingenuity at the best of times, and my mind was pre-occupied at this point (she was hot). So, as she pulled off at a junction and we sailed on she was lost forever in the midst of time...
Ben, however, assured me that it was possible to get a phone number in such circumstances, and said something about "showing your telephone". This now had to be put to the test, and as luck would have it, an opportunity arose almost immediately as we drew alongside a beautiful brunette in a Renault 5. I would say "shame about the car" but then on reflection I like a bit of French chic and, let's face it, it wasn't a Daewoo or a Micra. Anyway, that's not the point. How did I get on with my quest?
As you can imagine - even in a bit of traffic - we weren't alongside for long so it all happened quite quickly, and it happened like this. After ascertaining that the occupant of the car was a good looking girl I retrieved my phone from the passenger door bin, and waved it around spasmodically, just long enough to get an odd look. Even though she stayed behind us on the motorway for quite a while, I think it's fair to say that I knew instantly I had not been successful. All I can say is that at least it was Ben's car and not mine.
I'm tempted to challenge Ben to demonstrate his theory, but his long term girlfriend might object. The determined part of me is tempted to prove myself that it can be done, but let's face it, it's probably easier to pull on a train and I've not managed that yet.
So, there you have it. Another non-story.
Still, all's well that ends well.
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long time no see, jim. hope you are wellxx
Anyway, it's not as though I opened the window, made any proper sort of gesture or encouraged any sort of dangerous driving on Ben's behalf. Let's face it, did I really expect her to put her foot down and tailgate us in to the next service station? I think not.
Fair enough, given her brief quizzical look she had evidently seen the idiot in the passenger seat of the Audi waving his phone around aimlessly but that doesn't mean she was dangerously distracted any more than she would have been if Ben's car had been yellow, had a pointlessly large exhaust, had an England flag flying, had a window or bumper sticker, a child waving out of the window or some Germans mooning out of the rear windscreen*...
*I was on a bus once with some Germans who mooned out of the back window.