Narrowly avoiding a road traffic accident of my own making
I was confronted by an emotional young man
sporting a spider's web tattoo on his face
and waving his muscular arms all over the place
who queried my spectacle lens prescription
with a colourful choice of diction
short phrases peppered with saloon bar adjectives
predicting how many minutes I had to live.
I parried the thrust of his argument
by pointing out that I am a poor driver
who cannot fight for toffee.
Stephen Cree