My first car...
bought with my own money whilst at college and for which I had to get up at 5am every morning and go and polish the local Boots floor to keep in petrol and insurance.

I was very proud.

Even more so when a month or so after getting it I was invited to a friend's 18th birthday party and I was getting to give a lift to a girl whose knickers I was rather hoping to get into. Failing that at least actually have a glimpse or perhaps smell of.

Euphoric at the prospect of the night ahead. My lovely friend Charlotte and said girl Jo in my 1984 orange Fiesta, I pull out of the college road.

In front of approximately 300 other students waiting at the bus stops, many of whom knew me, I ran straight up the back of another car.

I got out my car to massive cheers and clapping feeling about as clever as a burst condom. I'd love to say my pain and anguish ended there but oh no... As I started walking towards the car I'd just run into to offer my apologies, the driver gets out.

It's one of the teachers from college.

The cheers and applause start again but louder this time.

And I didn't get near that miserable cow's knickers either though on the plus side have since learnt to point my eyes in the same direction the car is travelling.
( dan j what the buggery bollocks is this?, Sat 22 Dec 2007, 21:16, Reply)