<*dv_1*>My Nan was out driving in Plymouth in the 70s. I believe she was waiting for the traffic lights to turn green and when they did, she stalled. La Rippon was behind my Nan in her ford Capri (or whatever was fashionable then) and started tooting her horn. My nan couldn't start the car at all, so R.I.P.pon got out of the car, tapped on Nan's window, and demanded to know what the "fucking problem" was. My
nan told her to "fuck off" and mind her own business, and Rip retorted by calling her a "fucking bitch".
FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!
<*dv_0*> Our family have hated her since.
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