There’s nowt wrong with history. The “good old days of driving” seem to be part of it after all. 
If anyone travels the B4449 from Eynsham to Stanton Harcourt (Oxon), you enter a small village called Sutton. As you enter the 30 limit there are some bad bends just before the first cottages. In the early '80s a man was walking home from a party late at night when he was knocked down and killed. Since then, people have swerved to avoid a man falling into the road infront of them and vanishing. Local people even know to watch out for “Kevin”.
One night In the early '90’s while working for Stobart’s, I was parked up at The BP Truckstop with a fellow Stobbie driver.
While eating our dinner (we were dressed In our civvies, not In uniform), a couple of other drivers came into the canteen complaining about Stobart this & Stobart that…
Now I knew that my Stobbie colleague was married to French woman, But I didn’t know If he spoke French. When I asked him & he said yes, a plan was hatched 
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We later returned to our truck’s to put our Stobart’s jumpers on & then returned to the canteen where we proceeded to speak French to each other…
Within minutes a couple of other guy’s asked If we spoke English, we answered yes In our very best ’ Allo- Allo’ accents…
They asked us why are 2 French drivers working for Stobarts. We happily told them That we worked for Norbert Dentressangle , but since the ‘Merger’ we were given Stobart trucks to drive & had to wear that rotten shirt & tie… We were very ■■■■■■ off ‘French’ men…
Well this news went round the Truckstop like ‘Wildfire’… We had a cracking laugh at this afterward’s…
This story grew a life of It’s own !! I think every driver In there that night went out & told every driver that they came Into contact with about the ‘Merger’…
For the following 6 year’s this story grew & grew to the point where drivers came up to us asking about ’ Norbert’s helicopter’ & 'aren’t Norbert & Edward having a relationship ■■ ’
Crazy day’s …
One of the crazy thing’s Is that when I left Stobbies I went to work for Norbert’s
My red Renault probably raised questions aswell because I had an ‘Eddie’ tie & an ’ I’m an Eddie spotter’ sticker In the front window… 
scaniason:
If we’re venturing into spooky stories, can I add mine.My cousin died in a car crash when he was 17. Shortly afterwards, some ghost flowers appeared on my aunts wall, looking like watermarks, but they started as buds and grew into roses, my aunts favourite flower. Whenever they redecorated, these would start again, and so on.
My aunt died in 1993, some 14 years after my cousin, and I got really spooked the day afterwards, when I was convinced she was in the room with me. After about 5 minutes she left, and 10 minutes later I had a call from my girlfriend, who I had got engaged to a week earlier. She said ‘you’re not going to believe this, but I think your aunt has just been to see me.’
To cap it all, after her funeral, a second batch of flowers appeared, and when my uncle died a few months later, a third bunch. These lasted until the house was sold, and haven’t been back since, according to the new owner.
She always did promise me that she’d let me know if there was anything on the other side!
Gary
Your Aunt didn’t live in Rickmansworth did she?
Way back in the 60’s I helped some friends re-decorate their house. They had emulsioned the living room walls twice but you could see red roses through the paint. What had happened was that the previous tenant had stencilled the roses on the wall using red lead paint like the stuff they paint ships with. We lined the wall with paper and painted over that, but a year or so later the roses were back.
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scaniason:
If we’re venturing into spooky stories, can I add mine.My cousin died in a car crash when he was 17. Shortly afterwards, some ghost flowers appeared on my aunts wall, looking like watermarks, but they started as buds and grew into roses, my aunts favourite flower. Whenever they redecorated, these would start again, and so on.
My aunt died in 1993, some 14 years after my cousin, and I got really spooked the day afterwards, when I was convinced she was in the room with me. After about 5 minutes she left, and 10 minutes later I had a call from my girlfriend, who I had got engaged to a week earlier. She said ‘you’re not going to believe this, but I think your aunt has just been to see me.’
To cap it all, after her funeral, a second batch of flowers appeared, and when my uncle died a few months later, a third bunch. These lasted until the house was sold, and haven’t been back since, according to the new owner.
She always did promise me that she’d let me know if there was anything on the other side!
Gary
Your Aunt didn’t live in Rickmansworth did she?
Way back in the 60’s I helped some friends re-decorate their house. They had emulsioned the living room walls twice but you could see red roses through the paint. What had happened was that the previous tenant had stencilled the roses on the wall using red lead paint like the stuff they paint ships with. We lined the wall with paper and painted over that, but a year or so later the roses were back.
No, Mersea Island in Essex. The weirdest bit was that they started as buds, and grew into flowers, and a different set started for each family member who died.
Funnily enough, when they were alive my aunt & uncle tried putting some of that polystyrene lining paper over them at one stage, but they went back to buds and grew again. Very weird.
My nana, on the other side, died of lung cancer back in 1983. On her last day, my dad was sitting with her, when her dog started going berserk, barking at a point near the ceiling. He got rid of the dog, and a bit later my aunt (diffferent one) turned up. Her dog also did the same thing, and wouldn’t settle down. About an hour later nana died…
Gary
Ha-Ha,Geoffo,I can remember the Eddie/Norbert love stories from the '90’s now I know who to blame