Fuckety Cunt.

Buggered it up. Only four or five minor mistakes (you can get away with up to 15, apparently) but one serious, which fucked it up, as you’re not supposed to get one of them. Arse-spoons.

So – booking it again. Chuff. Another £40 up the swannee.


2 Comments on “Fuckety Cunt.”

  1. T. says:

    Bad luck. Hope it goes better next time.

  2. Trust me, in later life it’s a good thing to have some ‘How I failed my driving test’ anecdotes to use in pubs and on social occasions. Just not too many…


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