06/02/2012
Theory test troubles
A motorist from Leicester has clearly taken these words to heart after failing 92 attempts at the DSA driving theory test.It is unknown when the driver began taking and failing the tests. However, reports have revealed that the unsuccessful attempts have cost £2,852 thus far.
This story has raised such a great amount of interest that it was recently featured on the popular motoring show, Top Gear. The presenters couldn't resist the temptation to have a laugh at the expense of the unfortunate East Midlands motorist.
James Hammond said, “I don't want to be rude, but the man must be an idiot.”
An experienced driving instructor echoed this sentiment by saying, “It's an incredible number of times to fail a test. I've never heard of anything like it.”
Sympathy may be felt by the Wigston motorist who recently failed their theory test for the 21st consecutive time, or the Norfolk lady who acquired her full driving license after 27 years of failed attempts.
The one consoling factor for all of these unlucky drivers is that they may be able to obtain cheaper car insurance than would have been possible if they'd passed first time as a young driver.
Labels: car insurance, driving instructor, driving theory test, DSA, fail, James Hammond, Leicester, licence, motorist, Norfolk, passed, Top Gear, Wigston, young driver
21/07/2011
“Same old, same old” motoring show is good enough for us

Yet, like many critics stated in their reviews, I watched the programme with an air of slight boredom as, having watched the show’s presenters set caravans on fire in various other episodes, seeing another go up in flames failed to make me grab my sides in mirth.
Instead it was Rowan Atkinson’s slight shift of his eyebrows to give him the air of an imperious Range Rover owner which had me rolling off the sofa with tears falling down my face and left us all in complete awe of the man’s unique talent.
However, in response to The Telegraph’s scathing review of the so-called motoring show and its reliance on “poo jokes and un-PC banter” I will have to argue its corner and spring lithely to its defence because, after a late Sunday dinner, it is the one programme which can unite my family, with its spread of ages and genders from pre-teen-girl to mid-life-man, on our large leather sofas for an hour of united viewing with no-one, not even the 15-year-old, picking up a laptop for Facebook communications or answering a text.
Yes, it appears to strike a chord for all of us, and while the kids love the toilet humour and the ubiquitous destruction of something the presenters find distasteful, my partner loves to dream of owning the fast-cars and I imagine myself meeting Stig and learning to drive like a race-driver without someone screaming from the passenger seat, “slow, slow – traffic lights ahead”.
For all its faults, Top Gear gets a “thumbs up” from me and my family who, in most cases, have such a disparate idea of what is entertaining, and, despite my better judgement, this “same old, same old” programme is always a hit in our house.
Labels: car-train, motoring show, Stig, Top Gear
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