A few years ago a friend and I went out on a trip to London. we are both keen photographers, and thiugh it an ideal oportunity to get a few nice shots of Big Ben, the houses of parliment, and the other sights London has to offer.
We drove down in his car, it was the middle of winter and dark by just after four, so at five or so we decided to head home.
It was very cold, and during the day there had been a small coveing of snow, and it was begining to freeze.
Before we pulled onto the motorway, my friend decided he would fill up with petrol, so we looked out for a garage, and it wasnt long before we came to one. We pulled in, he got out of the car, walked around the side and atempted to open the petrol cap.
It had frozen shut. We both took turns at it, but it wasnt going to budge, what were we to do? Whilst we thought about it I payed a visit to the Gents, only to come back and find my friend attempting to un freeze the petrol cap with a cigarette lighter!
'What the Hell are you doing?' I cried running across the petrol station.
'Trying to open it.' he said. 'Thaw it out.'
'Fu 
ng Petrol.' I yelled , inanley waving my arms about. 'What are you trying to do. Kill us?'
He looked at me and frowned, looked back to the flame by his hand, back to me again, then back to the flame. I made some sort of gesture that said, 'hello.....flame, petrol.'
Finaly it twiged, he let out a loud gasp, dispensed with the flame and cried 'shit!' 
The reason i bring this up now is this. About half an hour ago he phoned me and asked if i fancied a trip out over the bank holiday weekend. our last encounter rushed sprang instantly to mind.I declined his offer. 
