Honest Guv, it was Phil, yeah, Phil Mitchell...

Today, I needed to visit the Bank to deposit some money, lately, the Business has been struggling a bit, and I needed to pay a few bills. I usually park on the side of the Bank building, my wife jumps out of the car, goes to the Bank, do whatever, while I suspiciously circle the narrow streets around the block, I do this to avoid parking tickets and fines, 3 times round the block would usually do the trick..

Today, it was a little bit different, I parked, my wife jumped out of the car and I drove off. A WIDE Black Car with Tinted Windows, was coming from the opposite direction, and managed to block the narrow street.  I could not reverse, because behind me was another WIDE, Black Car with Tinted Windows, this has just turned in from the main road.. I noticed both the driver and the, front seat, passenger of the first WIDE Black Car, and I could swear that it was Phil Mitchel of Eastenders, with his Brother, the other Mitchell (Goerge or whatever Mitchell). And I could sense that they were not very pleased with me, for blocking their way....

Meanwhile, still stuck, I looked in the mirror and noticed that the second WIDE Black Car, was also driven by a Phil Mitchell clone, with the passenger looking a bit like Harmar Superstar, a 70's Porno Movie Star with a fine mustache... Three people jumped out of the second car, two more Phil Mitchell clones plus the man with the fine mustache, and headed toward the Bank.. The Driver remained in the car.

During that time, both myself and the driver of the first WIDE Black Car were trying to pass each other, somehow (if he only moves a little bit to the bloody left, we would both have enough room, but then, you don't want to argue with Phil Mitchell)...

Suddenly, I hear Fire Engine Sirens in the background, and see these, speeding, in the mirror. I also noticed that my wife was on her way back to the car from the Bank... With a little bit of wall scraping, I managed to free the Vehicle, and wait for my wife get in...

The first thing my wife said was that something was up, there are a few people, Phil Mitchell lookalikes, in that bank that are out of place, and at least one of them had a Baseball Bat hidden about his person. And that when the receptionist asked whether she can help him, he said no, he is waiting for somebody (no doubt, another Phil Mitchell clone)..

We, clandestinely, took the Car Registration Numbers, drove off, and called it a day... I still don't know what had happened after all that, and whether it was all just a big misunderstanding, a coincidence, or just an over active imagination. Regardless, I feel, somehow, that by blocking the first Car, I managed to foil something, without even trying (probably prevented Phil Mitchell from depositing his Pay Cheque)... Bat Man, eat your heart out...