It's the only way to live

 In March 1979 I was at a sausage roll convention in London, it was a fairly dull affair, even for a baker extraordinare such as myself. Whilst in the queue for the buffet I got chatting to a peculiar looking chap, he was wearing a suit with a blue tie and appeared to be wearing eye liner. He was an eccentric fellow, his name was Gary, but we really hit it off and at the end of the convention he offered me a lift to the station. It turned out to be something of a slow lift, we were stuck in traffic for a long time, at one point Gary honked his horn at the car in front, the passengers of the aforementioned car did not take it well and proceeded to exit their vehicle and come towards us. Luckily Gary locked the door, but they spent some time trying to pull us out, before eventually we drove on to the pavement and around their car and made a break for it. As we arrived at the station Gary exclaimed that the incident had given him a great idea for a song, I wished him luck and thought nothing of it, but by the turn of the year the song was number one.