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mad_andyHoly Zarquon's singing fish, what a fucking drive.
I've just got in (let dog out, plonked arse in front of computer) after day 2 of the revision course. Much more confident about passing it now. But the drive home...
Jeepers.
It took me one hour and ten minutes to get within nine miles of home. That last nine miles took me another hour, thanks to roadworks on the A34.
Still, Weiki and Co. kept me company, and anyone in the cars around me with their windows open got treated to a rendition of selected tracks from the first two Keeper albums. The third had been playing from Hartpury to the traffic...
Couple of moments I'd like to share. Much of the drive is a long pull over the Cotswold, which is beautiful in good weather. Fucking filthy drive when it isn't. Today it's not - a dirty kind of drizzly, slushy blatter loaded with diesel and oil. Fucking awful. Anyway.
There I was, cig clenched between teeth, cursing the lorry in front of me doing twenty miles an hour up a hill, when there was an opening to a bit of two lane road. Well, I gunned my little pink pile of poo, grinned around my cig and shot out of the blatter doing far too many miles an hour screeching along with 'Mrs God' on the CD. Fucking priceless.
The second one came as I was approaching the drop down into Oxford; woods on either side of the car, still laden with orange gold leaves that in the dirty gloom looked brown and menacing. There must have been a gust of wind, because the grey ribbon of the road was almost obscured by a massive cloud of the damn things twisting along my line of sight; the road looked like it was dancing between the leaves, and in a skeletal black scribble of tree on the roadside I spotted a hawk (a common buzzard, to be precise), who looked up at my car and roused his feathers... all to the tune of 'Occasion Avenue', which is a dark little number.
Funny how music and circumstance sometimes come together, isn't it?
And now I think I'm going to lie down in a darkened room for a bit and not drive. Thank you.
I've just got in (let dog out, plonked arse in front of computer) after day 2 of the revision course. Much more confident about passing it now. But the drive home...
Jeepers.
It took me one hour and ten minutes to get within nine miles of home. That last nine miles took me another hour, thanks to roadworks on the A34.
Still, Weiki and Co. kept me company, and anyone in the cars around me with their windows open got treated to a rendition of selected tracks from the first two Keeper albums. The third had been playing from Hartpury to the traffic...
Couple of moments I'd like to share. Much of the drive is a long pull over the Cotswold, which is beautiful in good weather. Fucking filthy drive when it isn't. Today it's not - a dirty kind of drizzly, slushy blatter loaded with diesel and oil. Fucking awful. Anyway.
There I was, cig clenched between teeth, cursing the lorry in front of me doing twenty miles an hour up a hill, when there was an opening to a bit of two lane road. Well, I gunned my little pink pile of poo, grinned around my cig and shot out of the blatter doing far too many miles an hour screeching along with 'Mrs God' on the CD. Fucking priceless.
The second one came as I was approaching the drop down into Oxford; woods on either side of the car, still laden with orange gold leaves that in the dirty gloom looked brown and menacing. There must have been a gust of wind, because the grey ribbon of the road was almost obscured by a massive cloud of the damn things twisting along my line of sight; the road looked like it was dancing between the leaves, and in a skeletal black scribble of tree on the roadside I spotted a hawk (a common buzzard, to be precise), who looked up at my car and roused his feathers... all to the tune of 'Occasion Avenue', which is a dark little number.
Funny how music and circumstance sometimes come together, isn't it?
And now I think I'm going to lie down in a darkened room for a bit and not drive. Thank you.
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Date: 2005-11-27 09:14 pm (UTC)Jeeze you poor thing!
*offers tea on a second thought*
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Date: 2005-11-28 02:52 pm (UTC)