As keenly observant cheap car insurers you may recall the headline? 'Fooling no-one blagger attempts to pervert the cause of justice by telling porkies to dutiful copper about getting his leaden foot stuck on accelerator whilst running late for tea and the whole system jamming as a result.and roundabout approaching.oh bugger'. Then again, you may not; since as a witty cheap car insurer I might just be guilty of making it up. Plus, as any well-read cheap car insurer knows, the leading page would have had to have been at least 5 times more widescreen than even the Sunday Guardian to contain all the verbs, nouns and adjectives. But the gist of the matter remains. He was lying through his teeth. Front, middle and back. And, as nostalgically aware cheap car insurers would concur, old Giuseppe, the wood-botherer of fable would have been mightily impressed by his nasal ness too. Anyhow, we're not the only ones to smell the coffee, as plod have come to the conclusion he was not entirely factually accurate with his version of events. And therefore they've arrested him on suspicion of dangerous driving. And being called Kevin.
Mr K. Nicolle, 26, of Southsea in Hampshire left a voice message on the constabulary answer machine earlier this year. Something along the lines of; "Aaaaarrrghhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" not the sort of vocal angle that usually arouses the attention of the law-messengers, our Kev tried a different tack. Slightly more thought going in to the delivery and execution; "Call an ambulance..I'm going to die!" prosaically illustrating a little more originality. So reception plod decided to ring him back to see what all the fuss were about. Nicolle claimed that the accelerator pedal on his BMW had wedged itself to the full position as he was making progress, conscious of the road conditions, down the A1. And now his Beemer was hurtling toward obstructions in his immediate travel path at almost twice the legal speed limit. With Calais soon to appear on his horizon, something had to be done. Reception plod had suggested he calm down. Then switch the engine off. But our Kev thought the whole transmission would be thrown if he attempted this. Running out of options faster than he was tarmac, he decided to drive into a roundabout. At 130 mph. Unscathed, apart from splinters to his proboscis, Nicolle survived to tell his tale. To just about anyone who would care to pay him enough to hear it. Yet plod is unimpressed with his novel explanation. They say that they've found no mechanical faults with his vehicle, yet have noted the nose shaped hole in the front windscreen and are questioning the whole story. Undeterred by plods lack of imagination/belief, and with the daytime TV appearances drying up, our Kev insists; "There's no way I would have gone through all that through choice. It was a nightmare and I feared for my life." If you ever find yourself in a position like this, you may be glad to know you're covered by Quotedetective.com's cheap car insurance; which you can arrange anytime you step outside the realms of fantasy long enough to think of the consequences.