When I was 19
I borrowed my mum's car to go to Nottingham during my first summer home from university, went round a corner too quickly and smashed the nearside indicator. Rather than look like a mong who couldn't be trusted to borrow a car for a day, I phoned Directory Enquiries, found a Citroen dealer with an address I recognised, drove around until I found it, bought a replacement, drove to my university, managed to borrow a toolset from a postgrad in my department and changed the bugger. Meant to tell my mum eventually but forgot all about it until now.
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Thu 3 Sep 2009, 17:40, Reply)