He'd obviously moved on in the world since I ssaw him in a Saab in Staines. I was in a traffic jam. He was going the other way, very slowly, and was picking his nose. He saw me looking at him, looked at his picking finger, looked back at me, looked at the finger, gave it a shake,looked perturbed and looked away, as if nothing was amiss. Absolutely hilarious, and pre-dated Mr Bean by several years.
Had you gone up his arse in your car, my next door neighbour could have helped you out with a new bumper; he's Prof. Gordon Murray...