More Details on LLL's Rolls Crash
see also: "LLL's Frantic Call to 911"
and then read more in(s)anity in LLL's blog
[ Click PLAY above to hear LLL's phone call on the topic of the crash ]
Before I go into more details, I wish to reassure you that the Lad is A-OK. Not so for my 1956 Rolls Royce Silver Cloud. And not so for the chap in the boot (trunk).
There I was, being driven by Jeeves (his real name is Tyrone) down Kensington High Street on my way to meet that Branson bloke near Sloane Square, whilst listening to the best debut album in ages, when suddenly a texting SUV driver from behind slammed into the glory that is (was) my Silver Cloud. The driver was apparently just finishing up a heartfelt "LOL" when the impact occurred, which is some consolation.
The blow from the collision was of massive proportions, physics-wise. As you can imagine, I had not thought to retro-fit the Rolls with garish air bags, or common seat belts for that matter, and I was propelled across the spacious parlour like an olive flung from a martini glass. Fortunately, my LLL art shirt, made of soft ringspun cotton, absorbed much of the blow.
As you can surmise from the photo, the damage to the Rolls is incalculable. I shan't even go into the cost here, because frankly I don't deal with such matters. If you happen to be a Rolls Royce restoration specialist (it seems everybody these days is either on the Internet, a Rolls Royce restoration specialist, or both!), kindly contact my agent.
As luck would have it, the force of the impact crumpled the boot such that air can now flow and keep the chap alive. And for all you animal rights advocates out there (myself included), don't fret, the chap is a human, not a fox, so no special provisions need be made for his comfort.
We just need a few more sales today to top off the tank of my private jet, so hop on over to our shop, you eager bunny you, and do your small part to revivify the global economy, LLL style.
