I once saw him outside of where I worked screaming into his phone about how he was waiting to be collected and swearing a lot. 5 minutes later a car drew up and the baldy shoutist began berating the driver as soon as he'd got out, for not being earlier. The driver remained unresponsive for a good minute and a half to 2 minutes as Wallace kept shouting into his face. As the shouting stopped for a big breath the driver asked where his luggage was. Wallace pointed to a pile of bags and boxes beside a nearby tree, and then set about screaming how they could have been stolen. He couldn't walk round with them, there was too much for him to be expected to carry. "Of course sir.", said the driver remotely opening the boot of his expensive looking car then collecting all the "luggage". Wallace went off again about how long he'd been waiting, how he couldn't go anywhere, how he had to keep an eye on all the "stuff". "Yes sir", said the driver, closing the boot and walking into the road to get to the driver's door. Wallace ambled to the rear passenger door. It was locked. "Open this," he shouted. The driver opened his door, climbed in and drove away very smoothly leaving a furious bald bloke stuck for words. I could only surmise that from the off the driver had been instructed to collect and return some set dressing stuff and would have taken Wallace too, but not when he saw what nob he was. Left me smiling all day.