Visiting BrizVegas last week, I was sitting at a red light at the end of the Turbot St ramp when a small yellow car, piloted by a certain type of driver (which can't be specified without my appearing sexist and racist - but the stereotype is renowned for its complete lack of spatial sense!) rammed Boris, my 116, in the rear.
Consequences:
One very insignificant warp in the Benz's main (i.e. lower) bumper bar just under the RH taillamp.
One new front-end set of panels (bumper, grille, bonnet, RH fender) and headlamp assy for a Hy*ndai Getz.
The unfortunate driver of the Getz just couldn't understand what I was laughing at. ;D ;D
Moral of story: Don't argue with a brick ****house if you're driving a toilet roll.