Tag Archives: driving
Wheely?
Kraken-lovers, after having an entirely blog free week, thanks to the enforced parenting otherwise known as half-term, I’ve had to restrict such phrases as ‘foaming knackersacker’, ‘ staggerment of cock’ and ‘wearing his fucking kidneys as earmuffs’ for when I’ve … Continue reading
Sign Language
Kraken-lovers, you know by now that my relationship with fellow drivers is so badly strained that it looks like a turd that’s been sieved into a mixing bowl. From the moment I slip behind the wheel of my car I … Continue reading
Beep Beep
Aw, bless. You have to take pity on some members of the older generation because they can become so easily confused, don’t you think? Especially the men, I find. In fact not just men but male drivers. Well, male racing … Continue reading
Driven Mad
Whoa! I’ve just had a small mental implosion from which I will never recover if I don’t write about it. It’s something that’s been festering in my brain like a small, gangrenous water vole hibernating for a nuclear winter. Which … Continue reading
Car Wars
Okay, Right. No, no, I’m alright, really, I just need to get my breath back and pick up my left eyeball which popped out of my head and rolled under the sofa when I read the following twattery and partook … Continue reading
