We routinely skipped our double sports lessons in sixth form to drive to a nearby pub
And sit down in our school uniforms and tuck into a pint and chicken in a basket whilst the locals nursed a Guinness and pored over the Daily Post. There even came a stage when we would serve the punters and help out if it was a bit busy before going back before the lesson ended. Happy illegal times. To be honest it was also an excuse to be twattish boy racers on fairly empty roads on the way there, 96mph in a 1.1L mk 1 Fiesta is a feat I would never knowingly repeat and probably did more to encourage me not to be such a cock in a car than any police cautions would have.
( number5 has been fighting tramps and losing., Thu 8 Sep 2011, 18:35, Reply)