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.
6 comments:
Doesn't your mum read your blog then?
I'll find out soon.
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.
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.
We have to wait until next year to find out what happens in Life on Mars!? I can't do it.
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.
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