On the west side of Downshire is Eastchapel. a quiet medieval village living in the shadow of its noisy neighbour, the Industrial powerhouse of Northchapel and William Rayner was driving his fourteen-year-old son Liam to School, which was on the other side of the village, when the traffic slowed to a crawl because of a cyclist so he turned the radio on which was tuned to Classic FM.
“Why
do you listen to classical music dad when you’re driving?”
“Because
it helps me with the stress of driving, it keeps me calm” he replied as he
wound the window down.
“Get
out of the fucking road you Lycra clad twat!”
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