Flash car in no way reflects rest of man's life

A FANCY car bought on finance is totally unrepresentative of the rest of its owner’s fairly crap life, it has emerged.

Martin Bishop’s sporty Mercedes convertible suggests he has a glamorous lifestyle, although in reality he works at Londis and rents a room above a chip shop.

Bishop said: “When I saw you can get a Mercedes on monthly payments with no deposit I jumped at it, even if it means I’m effectively below the poverty line in the rest of my life.

“People are always impressed, although it can lead to awkward moments when they find out I don’t live in a luxury penthouse, just a shared flat that smells of battered sausages.

“I was particularly disappointed when a woman I’d hoped to have sex with lost interest after discovering my job is mainly restocking shelves with Pepperamis.

“The Merc means I’ve had to economise a bit but when you look at the exquisite interior trim, 1.8 litre engine and high-tech dash display it’s definitely worth not eating on some days.

“I can see it might project the image that I’m wealthy and own a yacht or something, but I’ve applied for extra shifts on the fags counter so who knows where that might lead?

“People should accept me for the person I am, which is a guy with an expensive car that makes me really cool and important.”

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Force other people to talk to you. Not the odd quip about the weather – interrogate them with invasive questions like “Where are you going?”, “What are you doing there?” and “Are you married?”.

Alternatively, tell them about some tedious personal drama, for example, how you lent your cousin £80 to buy a lawnmower and now he wants to deduct petrol money for the time he drove you to Llandudno.

Explore the space around you. Try going to sleep across three seats as if you’re some sort of hibernating mammal.

If you’re with a friend, sit on opposite sides but facing each other, so that your limbs almost block the aisle. Say ‘sorry, sorry’ as other passengers awkwardly squeeze past but in a way that clearly indicates they are the ones at fault.

Keep your phone at maximum volume and take loads of calls. Get a particularly annoying ringtone, for example a cartoon mouse shouting “EH GRINGO!”.

If you are a toddler, make sure you play a loud and repetitive tablet game throughout the journey. Anything with bells or farmyard noises will annoy the fuck out of people.

If you’ve ever been in prison, definitely tell a fellow passenger about it. They will love sitting with a complete stranger who could be a serial killer.