tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post3923802774674534751..comments2024-03-04T08:09:48.871+00:00Comments on Just pleasantly floundering around.....: He's still with me...Molly Potterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-62635471527333591132010-03-13T10:50:13.505+00:002010-03-13T10:50:13.505+00:00Mr T - My memory of my Rod was slightly gingery ha...Mr T - My memory of my Rod was slightly gingery hair. He was a bit shouty...but always trying very hard to keep it under control!!!<br />I wonder if they are attracted to the job because of their personality or the job turns them vile? Chicken or egg? There must be nice ones out there....John didn't shout - so he's the best we have so far!<br /><br />No I couldn't see Rod and I going to the Jacquard together.<br /><br />Carol - Oooo exciting/scarey/challenging. In fact you appear to be one for filling your life with challenges! xxxxMolly Potterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-66498512024098594582010-03-13T09:42:31.999+00:002010-03-13T09:42:31.999+00:00Well, in a few years I'll let you know....I...Well, in a few years I'll let you know....I'm going to be learning this summer!!<br /><br />C xCarolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12327016337976942530noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-74218249217966367102010-03-12T21:07:07.166+00:002010-03-12T21:07:07.166+00:00Jen's first instructor was called Rod, small, ...Jen's first instructor was called Rod, small, high blood pressure, he was "not a people person" shold we say, so she had another one called John who didn't shout, she passed.<br /><br />I can't remember my instructors name, I think it was hyphenated and was something along the lines of ducking-aunt. He was pretty vile, but then he was 45 and wore a suit and tie, and I was 18 and had a mohican type haircut, We were never going to be going to be best of buddies unless he suddenly professed a love of CrAss and Killing Joke, or I had a haircut and put a tie on.typejunkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04193470352141870743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-37551650784072995382010-03-12T17:10:57.499+00:002010-03-12T17:10:57.499+00:00Clipster – I wonder if any child says, ‘when I gro...Clipster – I wonder if any child says, ‘when I grow up I want to be a driving instructor.’ Mine used to lose his cool quite regularly and then I was aware of him trying to calm himself down...oh the stress. Still they have dual controls...the ultimate power. I know i couldn’t do it. I’d rather offer to drive for them....it must be about patience and fear control.<br /><br />Claire – With love, it’s probably best you stay as a non-driver if as a genetic clue, my driving is anything to go by. Jimmy’s a bit scarey. Best not let him drive alone too much if that’s your plan.<br /><br />Isn’t the result of waiting for a gap and giving way to the right the same effect? That’s assuming you were looking right. The right right. Sometimes I think red means go.<br /><br />Eric – more focus needed! X<br /><br />Mr T – did you have Rod too? I'd say that his role-modelling could do with some improvement.Molly Potterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16322262170382594290noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-73777109847874220652010-03-12T16:01:57.195+00:002010-03-12T16:01:57.195+00:00I can't say I remember anything mine said, exc...I can't say I remember anything mine said, except once when I did a particularly chaotic road move on the North Walsham Road, he grabbed the wheel veering into a bus stop, slammed on the dual control break and "growled "get out of my f*cking car" "pardon?" "get OUT OF MY F*CKING CAR" so I did. He drove off... abou a minue or two later he came back and quietly told me to get back in the car. so I did. I can't remember what I did wrong.typejunkyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04193470352141870743noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-54446974865316039952010-03-12T15:32:11.995+00:002010-03-12T15:32:11.995+00:00My driving teacher was an Andy Rooney looking sort...My driving teacher was an Andy Rooney looking sort whose daughter I went to school with. Ah, Sonya W., so beautiful... And wait a minute, why was her dad so old??? Dirty old man...Erichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09174000870387556118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-51495393564358442852010-03-12T14:23:07.412+00:002010-03-12T14:23:07.412+00:00Mmm... trouble relating here.
When I had a bash a...Mmm... trouble relating here.<br /><br />When I had a bash at age 40, Jim thought I was very very good and confident at roundabouts until he discovered I just didn't know the give way to the right rule and thought you drove onto them when there was a gap. <br /><br />Scarey. Best off the road. I just hear mum in my head, "You'll regret it when you're old you know and Jim's dead and you need to go to the hospital." Nice. <br /><br />I have no intention of letting Jim die first.Claire Potterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06807145467178332868noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-34718590302075726652010-03-12T12:35:48.695+00:002010-03-12T12:35:48.695+00:00I can still remember my driving instructor way bac...I can still remember my driving instructor way back when. Especially the time his knuckles whitened on the dashboard and he slammed his feet onto the pedals on his side, eyeballs popping, face burning and steam coming out of his lugs.<br />hmm, what WAS his name?<br />i do hope he recovered eventually.<br />;-)Clippy Mathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15922234265229327474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4438823154447008264.post-21134781953049574542010-03-12T12:13:28.063+00:002010-03-12T12:13:28.063+00:00I can't remember any of my comments. I didn...I can't remember any of my comments. I didn't pass first time because I used to get in a bit of a tizz with the gears and steering (they expected me to do them at the same time). After thus failing I switched to Mr Mudd and his automatic. Never looked back; however, it does mean I can only drive automatics but why would I ever want to bother with a manual car anyway.<br /><br />My dad taught me to parallel park but it is still something I prefer to avoid.French Fancy...https://www.blogger.com/profile/04941577892849157015noreply@blogger.com