Being five foot nothing, I have Jemima Jalopy’s (my motor) car seat pulled right up to the steering wheel.
On Tuesday night in Wave 105’s car park (I guest on a radio show every week), I put the steering lock on the wheel and went to get out.
Oh no. I’d jammed the seat belt into the steering lock,and I couldn’t get out of the car.
No problem, I thought. I’ll wriggle underneath the seat belt and escape that way.
Except, mid-wriggle, the double seat belt split in two, so now I was ‘inside’ the seatbelt with it tight over my arms like a straitjacket.
Got the picture folks? Eventually free, I looked up and saw that the security guard was watching me. Oops.
He was such a nice man though, he even escorted me to the studio door.
But I reckon that all the while he was secretly thinking ‘nutter’.