Leaving a concert at the Sage, Gateshead a few months back – Mrs was driving. The car park is woefully tiny with no clear rights of way so leaving along with 400 others can get a bit tense.
After waiting for about five minutes to get out of our space it became apparent that no-one was ever going to let us out so I say to Mrs Removed that it's getting daft and she's just going to have to barge out.
She does and we get a bit of a dirty look from the occupants of the car who's had to let us out – four women inside.
They pull alongside us (a dangerous and somewhat aggressive manouver) and the passenger starts making gestures at us. I smile a lot and wave like the queen. She carries on, and it's clear she wants me to wind down the window – I blow her a kiss. Eventually I do wind down the window and she says, "Excuse me, but your lights aren't on".
Ah, ahem, yes, thankyou… :oops: