A busy day today, what with driving lessons and football matches.
Oh boy was I in a strop today (unusual for a Saturday to be honest). Today the object of my ire was my driving instructor. He was (pun alert) a combative little man, having spent a number of years in the Parachute Regiment. Furthermore, his barnet was red of hue and he hailed from the north-east of England – I’m sure you get the picture.
Anyway, today I was mostly getting upset that he would ‘always put me down in front of his girly pupils.’ I was a terrible learner. Put me behind the wheel of a car (in this case an E plate diesel Peugeot 205 with He-Man dual controls) and I instantly became a gibbering wreck. We spent one lesson with him just driving and ‘showing’ me how it was done. That was £8 well spent – I could have done that with me Dad. His military training meant that he was an amateur psychologist too, so a lot of my problems apparently, were due to the fact that I was a student, with my mind on other, higher things. No, I think that it was because all I ever received whilst in his company were put-downs and other character building advice.
At Gay Meadow, Middlesbro won 1-0. This was not good, considering that Bournemouth enjoyed a 2-1 win at Portman Road.