In the 80's we made an on-air bet that I couldn't get away with murder (so to speak)! I borrowed a Rolls Royce for a day and dressed as a chauffeur. A listener called Daphne agreed to dress in her best and I took her to various places. With free admission to a local Fete, we were afforded a parking space on the field and she was treated like royalty with the made-up name of Lady Kenninghall. We even got free ice cream from a shop that we drew up outside! Point proven?
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