April fuel

TheLoveMachine ran out of petrol yesterday.
The fuel indicator is a bit faulty, so I tend to fill ‘er up long before the gauge gets near the ‘E’ but at the end of last week the British public went insane and tried to buy up all the petrol in existence. So on the way home from work on Friday I went past three garages, two of which had run out of fuel and one which had cars queuing five hundred yards down the road. So I thought ‘Sod this’ and left it. Then on Saturday I forgot about it completely, then yesterday when Philippa and I decided to take a trip to the coast we got a mile up the road and ran out of fuel. Very inconvenient and very embarrassing. Luckily a passing farmer had a can of illegal petrol in the back of his Land Rover and topped us up for a tenner and we were fine.
There was only ever a mild threat that there might be a strike by tanker drivers in a week’s time, so I don’t know why people were queuing up at garages.
Oh yes, I do - because they’re ****ing idiots.

RC 2-4-12