Diary Of An ADI

A Driving Instructor's Blog

Why is it that the bigger the car, the smaller the brain of the thug driving it?

I was with a pupil this afternoon and we were approaching a three-exit mini-roundabout. She slowed down, dropped into 2nd, and I pointed out that she should watch what the other cars were doing. One car indicated left and was clearly going left (down the road we were on) – technically, he didn’t need to indicate as his road was the ‘straight ahead’ one, but it helped. The second one was a fat, middle-aged thug in a silver Merc convertible (didn’t get his registration). No indication at all, he slowed down behind the car in front of him going ahead – it looked to the world like he was going ahead, too. Except that he put his foot down and  nearly hit my pupil as he turned right. He indicated as he put his foot down on the turn.

It must have made his day – and no doubt gave his trouser tackle the bext thrill it’s had for some years without the use of Viagra – being able to play with his horn and look outraged. It couldn’t have been more deliberate or more stupid if he’d have tried.

I hope he saw me point to my head and mouth a very descriptive term (related to his sexual prowess and DIY abilities)!


The Second Coming – sorry, I mean the time when Alan Shearer takes over and proves he will be as good at managing as he was at playing football (i.e. mediocre) is getting closer.

Can’t blame El Tel for turning it down. Not with those nutters who call themselves supporters likely to be on his back from the get go.

It’s better that Eastenders or Corrie, watching this.


Well, the critics did their usual and made a meal of Arsenal’s prospects this season back in August. Even some Gooners posted on web forums and said that the team had no depth, that Arsene Wenger should have spent big during summer, and so on.

I wonder what they’re saying now?

A team with an average age of 19 beat Sheffield Utd 6-0. The goalscorers were 20, 19, and 16 (the 19-year old got a hat-trick). And after years of criticism about the number of foreign players in the side (this country is racist whether it likes to admit it or not), there were five English players in the side (the 16-year old was one).

Arsene Wenger is an absolute genius.


Every night, when I go to bed, I spend some time listening to the various digital music channels on Sky. I channel-hop until I find something decent – something which can make your finger tired after a while, as the amount of decent music seems to constitute less than 1% of the total music played on these channels.

I detest all forms of (c)rap music – the ‘c’ is silent when you pronounce that.

I like rock, so Kerrang! (Sky channel 368) is annoying when it plays (c)rap music. It’s also annoying when it keeps playing Slipknot and other bands who all sound exactly the same, and who feature lead singers for whom laryngitis is a suitable cover to hide their inability to sing. Apart from Kings Of Leon, Foo Fighters, and so on, one gem I heard recently was Operation Ground & Pound by Dragonforce. It was good enough to make me get tickets to go and see them on their forthcoming tour.

MTV2 (355) blows hot and cold. It goes through long phases of playing absolute rubbish (more (c)rap, Oasis, pop music, people from London pretending they talk like black gang members, people pretending they’re from London pretending they talk like black gang members, etc.). At rare intervals, they play a track a few times by someone who actually sounds good –  so I got tickets while back to see MGMT in a few weeks. Meanwhile, MTV2 is back to playing Oasis every five minutes.

Sometimes, you’ll channel-hop several times through all the channels and the only music you can find is (c)rap. Boring bass lines, blokes trying to pretend they’re gangsters (sorry, ‘gangstas’ – illiteracy is mandatory for this genre), women trying to pretend they’re somehow hot, all feeling really happy with themselves because the video editor made it look as if they could dance like Michael Jackson used to be able to. Yaaaaawn. The only song in the last 10 years broadly from this genre that was anywhere near good was Outkast’s Hey Ya. And everything they did after that (and before) was crap (the ‘c’ isn’t silent this time).

Now, I enjoy some classical music, too. It’s great to hear Vivaldi or Mozart played by a decent orchestra or musician on ClassicFM (now oMusic, channel 369), though hearing Nigel Kennedy say ‘cool’ at the end of a performance is somehow pushing attempts to make classical more accessible a little too far. Videos for classical music often try too hard! There’s something slightly disturbing about a strapping red-haired woman being shown dressed demurely in one scene, then with her legs wide open and a cello stuffed in between them in another. It just doesn’t quite work. Some of the newer classical or pseudo-classical composers are simply pretentious (anything by the Michael Nyman band – discordant, reptitive garbage), but every now and then you find out about something really good. Sigur Ros and Efterklang are two such, and Little Death Orchestra’s Tiny Crescent Sun was excellent (shame they were a one-off).

But one that really caught my attention the other night was Nell Bryden’s Second Time Around (link removed as it is now broken).


A message for all those who feel like they have to go out with one leg rolled up to just below the knee (mainly teenage girls, unfortunately):


In any case, the kind of person who does do it usually has a calf (and rear end) which looks like something you’d find hanging in a butcher’s shop and not walking down catwalk – i.e. something best left under wraps and not displayed openly.


If I live to be a hundred, I’ll never understand the female mind.

I was driving to a pupil the other day and I was behind a dark red Renault Clio. Nothing odd about that. But the inside was a comedy of errors…

  • pink seat covers
  • pink furry dice – huge ones
  • a pair of stuffed pink & white bootees on the back parcel shelf
  • a pink ball on the end of the aerial
  • a pink & white giraffe and a white teddy bear glued to the passenger side dashboard
  • a large, nodding white poodle glued very slightly to the left of the speedo area of the dash
  • various other toys stuck to windows and in corners

From behind I couldn’t see the driver above the head restraint of rear of the seat, so she wasn’t a tall person. So there was no way she could possibly see properly with that poodle on the dash and those dice hanging from the mirror. And she wasn’t a slow driver, either – she shot off pretty quickly from lights and stuff.

Makes you wonder how she’d deal with a kid walking across as the lights change, hidden right behind that stupid stuffed poodle.

Mind you, I was on a lesson yesterday and a car (a BMW, I think) pulled up alongside us at lights. I said to my pupil:

Just look at this guy on his mobile next to us.

Apart from the fact he was on his mobile whilst driving, the mobile had what appeared to be a huge metal chain attached to it (or possibly it was an ornamental belt buckle – it was about 10cm across and looked like it was diamond-encrusted). Also attached was some sort of stuffed toy at least 20cm long.


Early finish today, so just watching this on TV. It hasn’t half changed since the early days.

To start with, even I can answer a lot of the questions these days. But the teams seem to be under the impression they’re on Catchphrase. The captain of the winning team, Brighton, just made a random guess every time a question was asked and his team was not forthcoming with an answer!


So, Newcastle are now managerless and chairmanless.

I wonder if those nutters who call themselves supporters realise how difficult it is going to be to sell the club to anyone, when whoever does take it on knows he has a bunch of psychopaths ready to threaten physical harm to him and his family to contend with unless he buys all the top players ahead of Chelsea, Man Utd, and now Man City? (I leave Arsenal out of that list because they don’t need to spend big to get decent players).

Eight managers in ten years surely says something, doesn’t it?

Kevin Keegan was good for the club. But let’s face it: he was just the caretaker until His Supreme Galactic Lordship Alan Shearer was ready to take on the mantle. Many Geordie supporters are very short-sighted on such matters – not least, the stupid belief that with every new manager the Premiership title, the FA and Carling Cups, the Championship, and any number of other trophies should all be won that season. When Shearer eventually does take over, there’s going to be a very loud wake-up call on that one!

Mike Ashley screwed up, of course, by appointing people to take care of certain matters without involving Keegan at all. Trying to buy and sell players being the best example. But the attitude of some supporters towards him is almost criminal.


It was madness on the roads today.

To start with, it was the day of the local marathon and they had rolling roadblocks in place. A ‘rolling roadblock’ in this context is a euphemism for ‘complete inability to travel from one side of the city to the other without taking a 30 mile detour due to closed roads and bridges, and if you try it’s a lottery as to which road you’ll find blocked’.

Even well away from the main marathon route there were problems, with people in silver foil capes wandering all over the place as if to say ‘look at me everybody – I’ve run in the marathon, I have’. Annoying little things like stopping and turning round to talk loudly to friends whilst crossing at traffic lights, thus preventing as many of the queueing (and detoured) cars getting through as would have done if they hadn’t been there. And crossing where there’s no actual crossing. And crossing when cars have just started to move away from traffic lights. And not making any attempt to cross quickly.

Then there was the cricket. One of the last matches of the season and the half-decent weather brought a large crowd out. Made more of a problem since the cricket ground is just about in the middle of the marathon route, and most cricket-goers are usually already as addled as someone who’s just run a marathon and have real problems with pedestrian crossing systems. A bit like students, really. Good (i.e. non-existent) planning there, then.

Incidentally, I’ve noticed a huge increase of people out running or riding bikes since the Olympics. I just wish they’d run and ride off the roads instead of on them.

Since the football season started again it hasn’t been uncommon for one of the local teams to have a home match at the same time as a big cricket match, resulting in closed roads (for parking) and congestion (as a result of those with no road sense). Add some other event at the arena, pulling in gaggles of screaming girls and their parents, and you have Hell On Earth if you’re a motorist.

But back to my original point: the leaves are starting to turn, the nights are cooler and longer, and the marathon is just about the last disruptive event of the summer. Just the football to contend with.