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Continue on Dun Laoghaire-Holyhead – go 59 mi

It looks like I need to get a Jesus attachment for my car.

As of Monday the 4th of October, I am no longer called Maureen. On the fifth attempt I’ve finally passed my driving test and am legally able to vroom on my own.

I didn’t create the best atmosphere in which to take it, however. I arrived at work at 9am to find that my Micra had some water in its left headlamp, making it look as it it spent the whole weekend crying. After trying to prise the lens off and realising that it wasn’t going to happen I called several garages in Cambridge to find out nothing can be done. I decided to say a rosary and, if the subject came up, to tell the tester that my car was only nervous.

Next on the list was to renew my tax disc so once Panda arrived we went to Bar Hill (via the dreaded Girton Interchange) as there was a post office there which did tax shennanigans. Unfortunately someone stole the post office. Cue some almost bub bubbing from a very stressed Damo.

Finally there was a post office in Longstanton which fixed me up. I had a quick fag and felt better.

Then test time.

I thought I fouled up the reverse bay park again so I drove as if I’d failed and spent more time thinking about booking the next one. When I heard the words, “I’m please to say you’ve passed.” I had to ask three times if he was telling the truth.

I’ve just been listening to a Flaming Lips cover version of What a Wonderful World and remembered a silly thought from when I was a child.

I used to think that the line The bright blessed day/The dark sacred night was The cats say good day/The dogs say goodnight.

Oh dear, indeed.

According to Death by Caffeine, it would take 83.98 cups of brewed coffee to kill me. I think my little stomach would explode before the caffiene did anything.

Despite trying to keep it secret I couldn’t help myself so I may as well come clean here – I’ve failed yet another driving test. I’m starting to think that it’s a sign that I shouldn’t be allowed behind the wheel of a very large killing machine, but I can’t admit defeat, can I?

On the plus side, I managed to take it in my own car this saving myself £50 for the use of an instructor’s. Yes, driving lessons are that price these days. The next one is booked and thanks to the kindness of Caity and others I should get enough practice in to pass.

If I don’t I’m changing my name to Maureen.

Not quite as successful as Supersize Me, this documentary aims to do for the whiskey industry what Morgan Spurlock did for fast food – sweet bugger all.

Funny, even if the experimenter thinks that Jamesons is an American whiskey.

It’s a bit late, but here’s one for Caity.

Maybe she’ll stop complaining about my lack of personal posts.

Do nerds make better lovers?

This must have been a Ryan Air flight.

[via MonkeyFilter]

To counterbalance the last article, this Wired essay about George Lucas is very insightful and interesting.