Was driving home this morning from night shift number one. I had been awake for exactly 26 hours and fifteen minutes (flipping parrots woke me up at 05.45 yesterday and then our neighbour decided to attack his trees with a chainsaw at 07.45-does no one sleep in in this country?) and I was singing along to Robert Smith in a bid to keep myself awake for the eight minute journey.
As I roared over the crest of the hill I was trying to overtake a road train (very long truck with trailers galore) and something caught my eye. A little man was crouched down behind a tree with something in his hand. As I approached he pounced out from behind the tree waving something which looked like a big black shiny gun in his hand. I went from sleepy singalongs to bewilderment to terror before recognising the gun was in fact a speed camera. The bulb flashed, blinded me temporarily and I clocked my spedo at 72 km/h.
Two k's over the speed limit! Bloody nazis.
In the UK I have only ever been caught speeding once and that was when I was overtaking a lamborghini in my peugeot 106. The police must have had such a laugh over it that they 'let me off' (officially a technical difficulty with the admin). That day I was clocked doing 94 miles an hour.
I wouldn't have minded but this is the third time I've been flashed in the last four weeks! Am destined to not hold onto my licence for much longer at this rate!
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You need to take a leaf out of my darling bro's book. He recently managed to keep his licence (even after having amassed a total of 12 points) by standing up in court and saying, when asked if he had any excuse, "No, sorry, i don't. I shouldn't have done it and i know that".
M now calls him Ferris Bueller.
A few weeks later Ferris did actually loose his licence by post, when yet another 3 points turned up. But on account of his 'poverty stricken status' (yeah right, whenever he runs out of dosh he comes back to M&D to live in the lap of luxury for free!) he only has to pay a fine of 100 quid, payable in £20 a week installments.
And he'll get his licence back in 6 months.
Or you could always take my prefered route and flirt your way out of it! ;o)
H x
H, it's always going to be your way!
Tried turning on the tears once when i was living in Bournemouth. Got a parking ticket for parking outside the nurses home. Thought they'd go easy on me cos I was a nurse living there.
No way. My tears fell on stony silence and then the bugger charged me for a months permit backdated! Bastardo.
Always, always flirt!
Nat!
How do I link to you from my profile?
Am I dim?
How is my favourite ex-pat?
C
xxxx
thfiillf - The noise you make when a feather from your duvet sticks to your lip
Spunky, I can't remember!
But...
have emailed you what I think it is. The blogger wouldn't let me type li with <> in it!!!
Weirdo!
N xx
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