Loved the Bob story.

We've all heard the air rifle stories of rabbits shot at 200 yards right through the eye with a 0.22 Webley Vulcan.

We had a bloke in our office. Really intelligent guy but a tad weird. Aged late 30's and still living at home with his Mum n Dad. He bought an MGBGT. He lived about 10 - 15 mins drive down an A road dual carriageway from work, but he chose to start off driving in the other direction to pick up the M6. He then headed North on the M6 and exited at the next junction. This now actually took him way past the factory. He then picked up that same dual carriageway and drove back on himself to get to work. So his journey took over twice or three times as long, but he would storm into the office every morning and exclaim " The traffic on the commute on the motorway this morning was horrendous ".

This guy, bless him, wasn't a ... er ... handsome chap. He was about 5'1" and just a strange looking chap. Our office secretary had to have 6 months sick leave ( lady things ). So during that 6 months we had several young ( 18 - 20 ) stand in secretaries from an agency. All these girls were tidy looking lasses. After being there for a week or so each one would confide in me that this guy had pestered them to go out at lunch time and see his 'Sports car'. They'd kept putting it off but he was terribly insistent so they'd all agreed just to stop the pestering. At lunch he would take them out to his MGBGT and then open up the doors and the back and insist that the girls posed on the bonnet whilst he took a photo. He'd told them that he would give them a copy of the photo so they could show their mates that they had been in a classic sports car. They again tried to decline but he'd pestered again and feeling a tad uncomfortable being alone with him in the car park they'd agreed just so they could get back to the office.

Around the time the 6 months was up I was visited by a rep from a local company. He spotted this guy and they waved to each other as we left to go into a meeting in a private room. In the room this rep said to me " Hey ... he's a lad isn't he that guy. You'd never believe it to look at him ... but what a lady's man ". I asked him to explain. He said " Well ... he's a member of the local MGB Owners Club, as am I. The group meet regularly and he's been showing us the photos of the beautiful girls he's been sh**ging over the last 6 months, all sprawled across his MGBGT ".

This guy from our office started telling the most ridiculous stories. His stories just got more and more bizarre. They included his Great White Shark attack at Weston Super Mare ... his flight in an RAF fighter where he'd had to eject because a heat seeking missile had been tested and then the plane had overtaken the missile and the missile was then chasing the plane ... his Formula One experience when he'd been to watch a F3 race and he was chatting to a mechanic and had told the mechanic that he owned an MGBGT. The mechanic had said " Our driver isn't well ... I don't suppose with your experience of sports cars you could do us a favour and stand in for him and drive in tomorrow's F3 ". Of course he obliged and was involved in a high speed crash which he walked away from. He marched back to the pits and knocked this mechanic out with one punch for not preparing the car properly.

One of his favourites ( or probably mine ) was a story where he was on holiday somewhere on a river. He apparently owned a boat that he cruised around rivers on. He was on his boat and another boat owner said he was having problems with his boat and asked this guy, seeing as he was an experienced boating man, if he would mind taking his boat out and seeing if he knew what the problem was. So my man takes out this guy's boat ... on his own. I kid you not this is how he told the story to a room full of engineers ... I was cruising along the river and all was going well. I then remember a strong smell of fuel. I then remember a very loud 'BANG'. The next thing I know I'm waking up on the river bank surrounded by holiday makers and I'm naked. The boat had exploded, the explosion had blown all my clothes off and thrown me 50 metres onto the river bank. If that's the story he used when he was trying to mitigate in front of a local magistrate then fair play to the lad.

Each time he'd tell these stories he would leave the office and 5 educated engineers would literally collapse on the floor in fits of laughter.

Sad really. He clearly had some sort of problem. I actually used to hope that he didn't actually live at home with his Mum n Dad, but actually had a reasonable looking wife at home and each day he would go home and say " You won't believe the story that I've told the idiots in the office today and the gullible b*stards seemed to believe it ". Unfortunately, I think he was just a full on Walt.