Uncle Rapscallion was careless earlier this year and was caught by a portable roadside camera, one that took rather a natty action shot of Bastardmobile II in action going a little faster than the law would prefer. I held my hands up and they offered me the chance to go on a Speed Awareness Course as this is the first time in over two decades they've had any reason to be interested in me. Means I avoid getting points on the licence.
Went for that this morning. It's a pretty good course and I would recommend it to anyone, but it's only available if you get nicked, by which time it's too late.
It had the obligatory person who jumped in on everything first, whereas the woman running the course wanted everyone to be involved. She managed to shut her down until she got the idea.
However, there was D. That could stand for his real name, or Douche, whatever you prefer.
Major congratulations to the lady (Jo) running things, as she dealt with him effortlessly. Fine, we were all in the room (about twenty of us) because we got caught going a little faster than the law wanted us to.
Suck it up. I did. The alternative is points on your licence, and that increases insurance premiums. It also means if you have too many points, you can't drive.
What Jo was unable to tell him was why the stretch of road he was caught on was of a certain limit. This didn't stop him rambling on about at quite some length. She handled it well, mostly by letting him get his main rant out and then cutting him off, but he tried to come back to it twice.
Sure, you can be angry if you like, but it's the wrong people to talk to. I almost told him to take it to Fratching.
Rapscallion
Went for that this morning. It's a pretty good course and I would recommend it to anyone, but it's only available if you get nicked, by which time it's too late.
It had the obligatory person who jumped in on everything first, whereas the woman running the course wanted everyone to be involved. She managed to shut her down until she got the idea.
However, there was D. That could stand for his real name, or Douche, whatever you prefer.
Major congratulations to the lady (Jo) running things, as she dealt with him effortlessly. Fine, we were all in the room (about twenty of us) because we got caught going a little faster than the law wanted us to.
Suck it up. I did. The alternative is points on your licence, and that increases insurance premiums. It also means if you have too many points, you can't drive.
What Jo was unable to tell him was why the stretch of road he was caught on was of a certain limit. This didn't stop him rambling on about at quite some length. She handled it well, mostly by letting him get his main rant out and then cutting him off, but he tried to come back to it twice.
Sure, you can be angry if you like, but it's the wrong people to talk to. I almost told him to take it to Fratching.
Rapscallion
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