Living with a curse!

Would the driver of a black Fiat Punto please shrivel up and die? He suffer with many big voodoo curse on his back. Much bad will come out of this. Very bad juju. The manes of his ancestors refuse to protect him.
Ah, the driving test. It has taken me a long time to talk about it. I managed to get one serious offence because the afore-mentioned driver shot out of nowhere (even Miss High-And-Mighty Test Conductor didn’t see him) as I was emerging from a side road and then overtook me dangerously. So that’s my fault. Apparently. That cunt of a driver is currently suffering all the agonies of a multi-religious, non-sectarian hell that I can cook up in my mind. A comparitively minor irritation that added to my grief was that I got 10 minor faults; 3 of which for “undue hesitation” and 2 for “improper speed”. I was only going slow because that fatso was weighing the car down, as well as intentionally trying to catch me out by giving last-moment instructions! I was wincing as we went over the bumps because I thought I’d hear the undercarriage scrape. Hmm, maybe fatso took offence to that? Plus, in my blithe smugness, I already told one company that I have a driving license, and they’re gonna want to see it pre-e-e-tty soon. Not to mention me having to scrape around for some cash to book another fucking test, to which was later added the news that the last two hours of driving I used that I had considered paid-for, are apparently not!
I was really out of it these last couple of days. Miserable as fuck. Could anything else go wrong, me wonders?
Only my phone could break down, giving me some more mental anguish as to whether it’s covered for by the £8 funneled out of my account by Vodaphone every month for insurance, or somehow I was going to end up suckered again! (Admittedly I contributed to the breaking of the phone by hurling it in rage at a wall. Surprisingly little damage, considering).
Anyhow, time to pick up the pieces once again. Snakes and ladders, ladders and snakes.
I had a good time at Jessy/Ioanni’s BBQ yesterday, which considerably lifted my morose spirits. Pictionary / Dumb Charades with the gang was really fun, although it did give me some insights into some people’s minds that I’d’ve been better off without. And the Frogs couldn’t beat South Korea, which is always good news.

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  1. If it helps, we saw your double up Mount Olympus at the weekend. Could have sworn it was you! Maybe he had a driving lisense you could pass off as your own?! Unless, of course, it was actually you and you’re so enthralled by my wit that you felt it necessary to stalk me up a mountain. I wouldn’t put it past you.Can’t blame you either. 😛

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  2. Isn’t ‘enthralled’ too big a word for you to be using?? 😛

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  3. Bollocks to you, Mr Pedantic. 😛 (You need me to define that for you?!)

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  4. Yasso

     /  22 June, 2006

    Awwwww… poor baby. As for the instructor, all I can say is, May the fleas of a thousand camels infest her armpits!
    And you’ll pass don’t worry… you ARE my brother after all. Besides, I drove dad’s Toyota Qualis today and I have to say he was quite impressed… but I’m sure that’s besides the point… or is it? 🙂
    Will call soon.
    Hug,
    Y?

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