the bigger crane

[Rudge]

Wouldn't the blame go to the nut who drove his van into the water first   

You can't blame a "Crane" accident on a "Van" accident. 

[BubbaBlues]

For all we know it was the same guy. Maybe he drove his van into the water then went and got his crane,
then toppled it into the water. 

[Rudge]

For all we know it was the same guy. Maybe he drove his van into the water then went and got his crane,
then toppled it into the water. 

Ehh. maybe,, but Gimp is much easier. 

[iddly]

Being a gullible soul, my reaction was not to seek forgery but to laugh, then think of Wilde:  "To lose one parent crane may be regarded as a misfortune... to lose both two seems like carelessness."

[BubbaBlues]

I'm pretty sure carelessness came into play here.

[Bald Brick]

Being a gullible soul, my reaction was not to seek forgery but to laugh, then think of Wilde:  "To lose one parent crane may be regarded as a misfortune... to lose both two seems like carelessness."

In µT6's fake sequence they actually lost three. I wonder what Wilde would have said about losing three parents, considering the context of your quote:

Lady Bracknell.  [...] Now to minor matters.  Are your parents living?

Jack.  I have lost both my parents.

Lady Bracknell.  To lose one parent, Mr. Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness.  Who was your father?  He was evidently a man of some wealth.  Was he born in what the Radical papers call the purple of commerce, or did he rise from the ranks of the aristocracy?

Jack.  I am afraid I really don’t know.  The fact is, Lady Bracknell, I said I had lost my parents.  It would be nearer the truth to say that my parents seem to have lost me . . . I don’t actually know who I am by birth.  I was . . . well, I was found.

Lady Bracknell.  Found!

Jack.  The late Mr. Thomas Cardew, an old gentleman of a very charitable and kindly disposition, found me, and gave me the name of Worthing, because he happened to have a first-class ticket for Worthing in his pocket at the time.  Worthing is a place in Sussex.  It is a seaside resort.

Lady Bracknell.  Where did the charitable gentleman who had a first-class ticket for this seaside resort find you?

Jack.  [Gravely.]  In a hand-bag.

Lady Bracknell.  A hand-bag?

Jack.  [Very seriously.]  Yes, Lady Bracknell.  I was in a hand-bag—a somewhat large, black leather hand-bag, with handles to it—an ordinary hand-bag in fact.

Lady Bracknell.  In what locality did this Mr. James, or Thomas, Cardew come across this ordinary hand-bag?

Jack.  In the cloak-room at Victoria Station.  It was given to him in mistake for his own.

Lady Bracknell.  The cloak-room at Victoria Station?

Jack.  Yes.  The Brighton line.

Lady Bracknell.  The line is immaterial.  Mr. Worthing, I confess I feel somewhat bewildered by what you have just told me.  To be born, or at any rate bred, in a hand-bag, whether it had handles or not, seems to me to display a contempt for the ordinary decencies of family life that reminds one of the worst excesses of the French Revolution.  And I presume you know what that unfortunate movement led to?  As for the particular locality in which the hand-bag was found, a cloak-room at a railway station might serve to conceal a social indiscretion—has probably, indeed, been used for that purpose before now—but it could hardly be regarded as an assured basis for a recognised position in good society.

[Mike]

@rudge
Seems to have got things moving pretty well....

@Bald Brick

Good one 

[iddly]

Hi Bald Brick,
                    touché!
Being mildly dyslectic I cannot, of course, tell 2 from 3. By the way dyslexia was well known even when I was at school, although instead of using the modern term it was referred to as 'laziness'.

Thanks for the extended (and correct) quote. A delight to read it again - brought a smile to my face.