As I drove home coming up to the turning off the main Scotland road to our street, I noticed a man was running towards me on the pavement, blue shorts and top and carrying a St Georges flag. I took in the ruffled reddish blonde hair, the goatie beard and those twinkling eyes. I'm surprised I didn't steer the car right into him! 'Holy crap' I shouted, and without consciously thinking I indicated to turn. I took two rights and a left and came up behind him, like a stalker might, or a very BIG fan ... OMYGod, I thought I've turned into one of those screaming ijits that screech and shout out inane things, like rock on Eddie. Oh for gods sake Saz you are FFF and you should know better, but tell that to my hands and feet, I have no control, he is now walking and looking down into his mobile phone...
I bring the car up beside him,
'Hello Eddie Izzard, why are you running?' oh my god, let the earth open up and swallow me now! My eloquence astounds me.
He turned and looked at me, at Moi .... with no lippy, no eyebrows, no sunglasses and bed hair and a dry, gammy dentist mouth!!! Crap, crap, and crap!
'For SPORT RELIEF , look at my website.'
'I will yes, good luck, BYEE'!
I sped off feeling foolish, but chuffed really, those eyes! And not a stiletto nor painted nail in sight... shame!
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