I WAS behind a posh two years old grey metallic Porsche Carrera in a regularly encountered queue waiting for the lights at Lovers Lane, Atherton, to change.
The laid back driver, who was smoking and dangling his arm out of the window, finished his fag and flung the lighted remains into the road.
He might have a class car but is certainly lacking in any himself, scruffy tyke.
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