Calling a red hot summer day in April, in Britain, is almost like declaring the Mona Lisa was painted by a baby. It's just...not right. However, on the day of St. George, God has decided to let there be sun. So it was only normal to turn up to college today seeing handfuls of cars blasting music, windows down, England flags in view in one way or another (Be it number plates, stuck onto car windows, or homemade ties and apple stickers).
I hate this. No, I'm not a summer scrooge, but when you've just passed your driving test, have a full UK driving license, and no car, it's hard not to get riled up. On the phone to my girlfriend earlier today, she told me she'd booked her driving test due in a couple of months, and naturally the topic of insurance arose. And naturally, the urge to drive returned.
After a bit of research, girlfriend-aided, I found out several ways to lower insurance. However, even after taking a Pass Plus course or becoming a member of the Institute of Advanced Driving, I'm still stuck in a rut.
I'm 18. I'm newly qualified. I'm male (meaning my testosterone will naturally make me drive aggressively apparently, which is uncontrollable). Even the little details like not having a garage to park a car in annoys me. However, the one thing that I hate the most is job ranks in relation to insurance premium. Apparently, the worst occupations for getting an insurance premium are landlords, professional footballers and.... journalists. Great.
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