Popped in to my local mini Tescos today. In the queue, behind an old bloke, wearing slippers, towelling tracksuit bottoms, fleece and cloth cap. Ah, he must have popped out from an old folks home somewhere very close for a paper and some fags, thought I. Poor old soul. Got outside and I see him standing by my car, sort of waving at it a little bit. And then turn round, walk away from it, peering at it a lot, looking around, and then heading for a similarily coloured Honda Accord. The daft old fool couldn't even remember which car was his and was trying to open mine using his plipper. [1] AND HE'S DRIVING! We had to take the car off my grandad cause he was just too old, slow reactions, etc, to drive it, a sorry thing to do but he was just too dangerous. And he would have made this bloke look like Gonzo. Why his family/anyone haven't stopped him I don't know. I didn't hang around to see what his driving is like, don't want to add more dents. [1] I'd have loved to have been a few seconds quicker, I'd have discretely opened my car and see how long it took him to work out he couldn't fit the key in the ignition :-)