7/24/2005 10:10:00 PM|||James O'Malley|||

It's been a slow weekend for blogworthy events, or more specifically, it hasn't, but Firefox crashed before I had a chance to submit the one I wrote yesterday, and I'll be damned if I'm writing about Guinea Pigs again. (Four more have come to stay).

I can't remember if I've "announced" this before, but it looks likely that my driving test (seriously) will be on 16th September at 9:37am. I am fully confident that I will fail, and being a laughing stock, after over 55 lessons (!). To reach this point, it's certainly been an experience. My instructor has certainly been a... character. I also managed to smash a car up. (The latter link is a retrospective look at what happend, as this blog didn't exist back then).

Now, as with since last November, I've done all the maneuvers, and it's just a case of practice, practice, practice. The trouble is, the only practice I do get is the 90 gruelling minutes a week with Bob. I can just about do everything, but occasionally I'll lapse and do something silly- things I'd consider relatively minor, but my instructor tends to hype us as the equivilent of invading Poland.

The major thing at the moment is a three lane roundabout on the outskirts of Kettering. I just can't seem to do it without being in the wrong lane, or nearly smashing someone up.

My next lesson is tommorrow, 1435. Tough luck if you want to rob my house- my sister will still be in.

It seems the plot for the next few weeks is clear:

|||112224283757526722|||Driving me mad!