Motoring Column with Rod Rage
Learner drivers! What are they for? Eh? Holding up the bleedin' traffic. Bloody Disgrace.
These dawdling losers, note "L" for losers, just get in the way and make me use valuable electric 'onking me 'orn. One bastard stalled his motor and I flattened me battery just blasting away on the old 'orn for ten minutes.
"L" plates eh? They should rename them "Drive L" plates. They should have one of them "Ring 0800 numbers if I'm driving badly." I'd be on the blower all the way up the M bleedin' 6 getting the buggers off the road.
Oi? What are you shoutin' at me? What? I was once a learner? No way sunshine. I was a born bleedin' driver me. Straight out of the womb and into me motor. A natural I am, steering with just one hand and picking me nose wi' the other. That ain't learned, that is inbuilt talent.
Oi? You tosser, cutting me up like that. Swivel on this. And you madam. What are you on about? Me, dangerous? I don't think, lady. There ain't no law about composing a newspaper column on a laptop at 100mph. Hand yer fackin' licence immediately before I call the fuzz.