A few years ago we were camping at ashby (on road) one fella was called vernon jones he was a nutter. Because of the rain during the week we were asked to move our cars to the harder ground 50 m away. We all happily did it but vernon pretended not to hear the announcement, when the race director came over to ask him to move his car he pretended again to be deaf, eventually he acknowledged the race director and told him he was deaf (he put the voice on and pulled a face and pointed to his ears for effect) when the director had asked him slowly and clearly vernon got into his car held the revs at about 6000rpm and lifted the clutch, covering the race director, tents, caravans, everything with mud.
We were pissing ourselves but he had to keep the act up all week end, untill he handed in the transponder after his final on the sunday and just said
"cheers mate"
I think if the director had not been behind the desk he would of smacked him
