Debbie Does Dallas? Spanair Does South Shields.

Must tell you what happened to me last night. I was coming out of the college and as I was driving down the road I realised the car was pulling sharply to the left, so I pulled over and got out the car, not having a clue what I was looking for but saw that the front left wheel was totally flat, hadn't been when I got out the car that morning but what can you do? So I thought if I can get back to the college I can find someone to help, or at least sit in the carpark and figure something out rather than by the side of the road (no, I can't change a tyre, I mean I can now but I couldn't then). On the way back to the college the car begins to vibrate and emit a strong smell of burning rubber. I pulled over again because that seemed to be very, very bad, I was now sitting just past a bus stop.

I rang everyone I knew in South Shields (one person) and she couldn't help, so I tried to ring the breakdown service. As the phone was ringing a man tapped on my window, I looked at him and realised he had a) a large handlebar moustache and b) a jacket with 'bus inspector' written on it. 'ok then', I thought, 'well he's either a porn star, a member of The Village People or a ticket inspector or a strange gay porn ticket inspector hybrid, question is, do I wind down the window...?' I weighed the odds and decided to open the window and he said "Jack?" and I sais "no, Hannah", and he said "do you have a jack?" and I said "no, I have a Glenn" and I'm lying now obviously, the point is I have a spare tyre under the boot of my car and a jack, and he changed my tyre for me, there by the side of the road at 6.30 in the evening when I'm sure he would much rather have been at home honing his thrusting technique for 'The Return of Deep Throat', or something like that...

Oh! And the one person I know in South Shields who couldn't help, came out to make sure I was ok and not sitting alone by the side of the road.

So, people of the North East, nicest people ever.