Cars = Sexy?
I think my biggest, and one of my earliest, misconceptions was that having a car would help me get laid.

My dad didn't help. He told me about how he and his mate used to drive for hours along dark B-roads in his Triumph Stag, wind in the hair and scarves trailing a few meters behind, to some obscure country pub full of gagging-for-it farm girls.


Unfortunately going to Liverpool of a Saturday night in a clapped-out Cavalier with no radio, and getting stopped by the police because we 'looked dodgy' does not, it seems, hold quite the same appeal to the local girls.
(Half of Stephen Fry's right buttock pissed on your dog on, Wed 1 Oct 2008, 13:19, 3 replies)

Sounds better than my tales of woe.
As I didn't even have a car when I was 17, I had to get my mum to drive me and my date to the cinema, ask her to wait around while we watched a movie, then drive us back.

It's no wonder I have turned out like this.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Wed 1 Oct 2008, 13:49, closed)

Liverpool?
Sounds like you were too upmarket!
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Wed 1 Oct 2008, 16:11, closed)

mistakes...
1) Wrong car - cavalier says "minicab driver" or "paedophile from Crimewatch reconstruction".
I used to drive a Trans Am as a younger singleton (think Knight Rider) and believe me, despite what the ladies might say about not caring about cars, it was a fanny magnet. It had a nice sturdy bonnet that tended to rumble if the engine was ticking over, too - very useful, that.

2) Going to Liverpool. Full of gobby tarts that think they are going to be the next Sugababe, when in fact, they are more like Cilla Black. They dress like whores, speak like dockworkers and if you ever did get one in the sack, your cock would probably catch fire from the plague. That said, there are a select few who are very nice, but they aren't the ones you would see staggering out of the Cavern and throwing up their WKD. That said, I lived in Leeds for five years and that was bad enough. If you can get a nice Northern lass, they are lovely - fiesty, pretty, good fun and usually dirty as hell. It's just a shame they are surrounded by harpies and pitbulls in miniskirts....

I can agree with the country girl thing, though - if you're vaguely human, you'll do well in a rural area, as their usual fodder are either Hooray Henrys or inbred yokels with thirteen fingers. A nice motor, some manners and an ability to speak proper English will take you far. Hell, my wife's family are all from either Cornwall or Lincolnshire, so I speak from experience - a nice country girl is so much nicer!
(Chad, Wed 1 Oct 2008, 16:51, closed)