Tyres in Cheltenham
locate a tyre fitter in Cheltenham. Actually finding the damn place in the
unfamiliar town is tricky. One day when every car has a GPS installed,
shops will give out their map grid references. Or I'll install MapPoint on
The tyre is replaced by a pair of reasonable lads. I take the break to wander
around the town. Pleasant - the smarter and
more presentable version of its neighbour Gloucester. At Waterstones I buy
some reading material:
A Density of Souls and
I interact with a cross section of people. A ticking off from a prim middle age smartly dressed
woman as I walk in front of the municipal offices. "Get off the
grass!" she orders.
I do so out of sheer amazement. The grass is well walked and rutted.
I defer to her complaints. How sweet to have only trampled grass to worry about.
Later on a foul smelling tramp demands: "10p for a cuppa, mate?"
"No! Sod off!" I retort, "A quid is the minimum I'd expect to pay around here."
The drunk walks straight out into the road. A van brakes, stops and misses him - the two
following cars behind shunt into the back. It would have been cheaper to give him the 10p: but more fun not to.
I collect my car, and leave Cheltenham in mayhem.