Monday, February 27, 2006

Car

1. Borrowed mum's car, drove to Truro.
2. Bought some stuff.
3. Stopped on way home, got some petrol.
4. Drove a further three miles wondering why there was a strong sort-of-petrolly-smell and a loud rattling sound from above me.
5. Stopped at laybay, took petrol cap off roof.
6. Returned car.
7. Said nowt.

7 comments:

Marsha Klein said...

Doesn't your mum read your blog then?

james henry said...

I'll find out soon.

suzanne said...

oh, that's nothing.
i once drove aboout 4 kilometers with the handbrake on.
only after a while did i start to wonder why the engine was making strange noises and why nothing much happened when i stepped on the gas.

Lee said...

At least you didn't put diesel in it. Man, would that have been embarrassing. You'd never live it down, no, not for years. Years I tell you. Even if it was only the once.

Evans said...

You're all streets ahead of me. I couldn't even get the petrol cap off my parents car, and had to pretend to the queue of cars snaked around the forecourt that I didn't want the petrol anyway. It was difficult.

kk said...

We have to wait until next year to find out what happens in Life on Mars!? I can't do it.

Lee said...

Evans, oh yes, I've done that too. And crashed in the forecourt.

Whoever thought it was a good idea to give me a licence probably ought to have put more thought into it.