Plan B Forum

At two minute and nine seconds, that video is two minutes and four seconds too long...

The "point" of the video is about five seconds long, (if that)...

The rest is just a couple of prats driving down a rainy street while they mumble incoherently to each other...

Not exactly riveting viewing fare...

Lord Jim wrote:At two minute and nine seconds, that video is two minutes and four seconds too long...

The "point" of the video is about five seconds long, (if that)...

The rest is just a couple of prats driving down a rainy street while they mumble incoherently to each other...

Not exactly riveting viewing fare...

I thought the rest of the video was interesting in that it did show that pedestrians (and I presume cyclists) do receive some courtesy rather than merely lip service.  It also proved that the two obviously weren't driving a Beemer.

And the fact that neither one of them even had a comment about the phallus in the first place?  Or are there that many people pushing plastic penises (penii?) around Inverness that it is considered commonplace?

-"BB"-

I read the caption correctly as pensioner. Then when I saw the black and white striped jacket, I looked back to see if it said prisoner. I guess it had some comic value for that alone.

I suppose it might have been some sort of elder sorority initiation prank, unless, as pointed out above, it is a common practice to carry an inflated plastic penis when one goes shopping.

Usually inflated penises are running for political office

What was that language those men were speaking? Bits here and there sounded sort of like English, but over all not so much so.

It was English - that's the way some Scots sound. And they didn't show pedestrians any courtesy. They were stopped at the pedestrian crossing by a traffic light and then they complained about the elderly man helping the old lady across the street away from the crossing. Driving over the top of them was deemed not wise although they were breaking the law by jaywalking (a USian term).

During all their mumbling in Scotlish, the one thing I was able to make out clearly was when one of the rocket surgeons called somebody crossing the street a twat...