I’m a member of a minority group. Sure, I’m a white, sort-of upwardly mobile, meat eating non-smoker, so I’m firmly within the general majority, and of course this also implies I’m quite normal. I’m not persecuted for anything - especially now I’ve got rid of my long hair I don’t get abuse from passing Vauxhall Novas with Floor Fillers 4 bursting out of a ridiculous stereo system. My minority group is those of us who haven’t yet passed their driving test. It just gets more and more expensive with each passing year, and seemingly more and more difficult too. All my friends who passed back when they were seventeen are laughing. Literally laughing in my face. Back then, a two hour lesson would cost you 25 quid, as opposed to 40 now. When all you had was the theory and the practical test, not all the extra hazard-awareness and maintenance bollocks you get now. The only plus side of doing it when I’m in my mid-20’s is that the picture on my licence won’t look like I’m a small child. Although that said, with my new haircut I’ve lost about five years so that basically cancels that out. So I either pass my test soon, or risk never being able to afford it, ever.
While I didn’t use the words ‘to indicate’ in this, I felt the driving theme was a suitably relevant cop-out.
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