Twats!

Some dizzy Doris reversed her pissy wee car in to ours the other night, right outside my house.

I watched her do it, jumped out the house to speak to her but she f**king shot off. I chased after her but she was going down third street whilst i was on foot running down fourth street.

We think we know the person that was being dropped off by her, but, her boyfriend of course said 'no, my birds pal doesn't have a car like that.' Even though he admitted he was waiting on her being dropped off and he paced up and down looking out of his blinds whilst chatting on his mobile - probably telling to be dropped off at Mayfield and walk to the house.

Dicks.