Once got back into Stansted at 11 pm on a freezing 30 December to find that the cheeky parking cunts had run my tank down to empty while doing the valet thing I’d paid for (car was filthy, it needed it).
There’s a petrol station two roundabouts away so I reckon we can make it. At roundabout two I put my foot down to accelerate into a gap and nothing happened. Just floored the clutch and coasted into the petrol station. Ffs.