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December 12, 2016

Licence to Kill: The Not-so-Epic Fail

It’s the night before the driving test and I’m physically ill. I’m revising road signs that I swear I’ve never seen before and I’m half dreading/hoping that the RSA will cancel my appointment due to frost/administrational error/a severe case of gout. I manage to get about 45 minutes of uninterrupted sleep before I drag myself […]

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August 12, 2016

Licence To Kill: Parental Guidance

Welcome back to my ongoing tale of woe, dear friends. If you have not been following, I am have been in an on/off relationship with my provisional driving licence for about a year now. As I am currently living at home, the option of driving the maternal car arose. A thirteen year old car with […]

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December 1, 2015

Licence to Kill: Insuring the Uninsurable

So, fellow drivers, it’s been a while. Almost five months to the day, in fact, that I embarked on my very first driving lesson. Eleven hours later, I am currently one away from completing my Essential Driver Training course. Which of course means that I am quite the accomplished driver and the practical test will […]

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June 30, 2015

Licence to Kill: The Driving Lesson

The hour had come. The grace period was well and truly over, and it was time to bite the bullet. My destiny had arrived in the form of a Toyota Yaris emblazoned with School of Motoring. Thankfully, my instructor turns out to be an affable gentleman and after the niceties and preliminaries have been exchanged, […]

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March 17, 2015

Licence to Kill: The Theory Test

“It’s a pity you have to take the bus back to Cork, Shelly. If only you could drive!” Thanks, everyone. Duly noted. You may have previously read about my inability to drive and lack of desire to do so. I am a proud passenger of public transport despite its tardiness and persistent attempts to break […]

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October 14, 2014

Stand Clear, Luggage Doors Operate

You know the feeling. You’re checking your watch more than the White Rabbit and silently cursing yourself for once again placing your faith in Bus Éireann. While our innate Irishness is what makes us endearingly unique, it’s times like these that the lackadaisical attitude begins to grate. We can forgive the odd few minutes of […]