Friday, 6 August 2010

Comfort.


As the purpose of this blog is to document the more memorable moments in life (a life portfolio if you will), then you could say that today's events hold quite a significance in the life of a young man and therefore deserve their written place in cyberspace.

I drove my very first car for the very first time.

Followers of my previous blog would be forgiven for thinking 'Huh, what about the old car you had? Was it a figment of our imaginations?' but the truth is it was never really mine, I was merely on my Father's insurance. It wasn't the most ideal of situations as it resulted in many arguments to the tune of 'are you using the car this weekend?' and an endless amount of blackmail. To begin with, the arrangement was great as my Dad always used the work van and never had much to do with the car but after a year or so, the dreaded 'ladyfriend' came on the scene meaning that I then rarely saw my Dad himself let alone the car. I guess it was just something I had to live with as I was about to embark on my university studies and running a car of my own was something that I would definitely not have been able to afford. This way, I at least had some access to a vehicle whilst I was home.

A few months ago, eager to oust me out onto the streets so that his girlfriend could move in for his son to find himself a job and begin exploring the big wide world, my Father decided to buy me a shiny new Vauxhall Corsa. Sky blue with one previous elderly owner, I fell in love at first sight and knew that it would be the perfect first car. The one pictured above isn't actually mine but it is the same model except for the fact that mine has four doors - I couldn't handle the sheer amount of clambering that results from a two door bean-tin.

For months it sat abandoned at the bottom of the garden, taunting me each night as I drew the curtains ready for bed. Father had made it perfectly clear that I was allowed the car only if I managed to secure myself a job after graduation. Now on the surface, this sounds like a kind gesture - a Dad providing his child with transport to help him get back on his feet. In reality, it is actually yet another in a long line of machiavellian schemes that my Father uses in order to motivate/blackmail me into actually getting off of my arse. Trust me, I know him just as well as he knows me.

Luckily, said scheme worked more effectively than usual and I forced myself off of my arse long before graduation. So fast in fact that I secured a job and insured the car both within the space of a week; don't worry though, I have already set aside two months worth of arse-sitting to make up for it.

So this morning, clutching the documents fresh from the post I sauntered on up to the village post office and stood stumped for half an hour as I stared at the shelves full of forms, unable to quite workout the necessary procedure for taxing a car. Fortunately, someone was able to understand what the hell I was trying to do and ten minutes later I left £67 lighter and a tax disc heavier. I'm now beginning to understand exactly what my friends mean when they say that their vehicles haemorrhage money (and yes, that did just take me five minutes to work out how to spell - cheers America with your abnormal language differences).

I get home, throw the disc into a vaguely noticeable position in the window, start the car and in true English style decide that my very first destination is going to be the holy grail of supermarkets: Tesco. I don't know what it is about that blue and white striped retail hellhole but it always seems to be the target destination for the bored. When I first passed my test, where did I go? Tesco. When we were bored after the Summer Ball, where did we go? Tesco. It isn't even interesting and is almost always choc full of chavs but I suppose it's one of those places that you know that you are always near and will always be open...... and now it has taken my first-drive-in-my-new-car virginity. I feel dirty just typing it, much like the car at this present moment.

To be fair, I actually did very little in Tesco. After sitting in the car park for at least ten minutes, stroking the dash and removing fluff from every orifice (the car's, not mine), I fought my way in through the hoards of dithering housewives, grabbed a Jelly Belly air freshener (pear scented, naturally) and a magnetic tax disc holder and bombed it back out of there. I did encounter an embarrassing situation involving some cheap Gin and a pack 'n' scan but I'll save that for the next blog dry spell. Hardly worth the half an hour trip but we all waste our lives in different ways ay?

All that is left now is to whip out the bucket and chamois and give it a good old clean before we embark on our first journey of substantial distance tomorrow. I'm off to a uni friend's 21st and I can't be seen rocking up in filth-on-wheels - reputation and all that! That's if we actually make it of course. I have visions of the handbrake falling through the floor - a reoccurring nightmare that still haunts me courtesy of a disaster filled trip to Cornwall back when I was nine.

When it comes to the importance of names, I'm completely stumped and I've been unable to come up with anything as catchy as Ronnie, the previous Renault. The model - Comfort, is emblazoned on the passenger side door and though it would be easy to settle for Comfort the Corsa, I don't feel as though the personality of the car really reflects that of a sassy Jamaican housewife.

I think I'll ponder it a little longer....

12 comments:

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  2. Hahaha 'haemorrhage'. I guess I would only find that so entertaining because I'm a medical student >.< I don't know why there has to be two ways of spelling stuff! I always have to ask lecturers which they prefer >_> Most say American...I like British lol 'hemorrhage' vs 'haemorrhage'. The latter just looks more appealing.

    Apart from that, your entry just gave me a wonderful laugh! I remember when I got my first car too. Such a magical day. I'm not a fan of small 2-door cars >.< (I drive an SUV lol) but I'm glad you find the comfort you need in it =D I'm sure you'll treat it well!

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  3. WOW

    CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! that's some nice car :)

    i kinda thought your first car, mean you bought it on your own. lol

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  4. Dear Wayne, thank you so much of letting me know about your new Blog. It's fantastic, a big congratulations for your new Job. Woo Hoo !

    I'm so happy and proud for you. I love your beautiful new car, blue is my favourite colour.

    Have a blissful, achievable week handsome. Take care & god bless. Chow for now.

    Love, C. P. Elenea. XOXO XOXO



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  5. Congrats on new car! I have no idea what Tesco is - but it sounds like the British version of Wal-Mart (which I personally try to avoid like the plague).

    I must say, I love your writing style and with all the British terminology and phrases (to an American with abnormal language differences) - your blog fun to read!

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  6. Hm this makes me anxious about college and post-grad life. What will my parents do with me? I need to find myself a sugar daddy... all joking aside congratulations on your new car

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  7. so how come your blog has already hundred of visitors from all countries as shown in your flag counter? hmmm? lol

    anyway no more updates?

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  8. Congratulations on the new car! It's a nice one too!

    I just got a new car myself...I'm still trying to think of names >.<

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  9. I love your writing Wayne, and the lengthiness of your posts so far (and your pretty new car, too). Please keep us updated!

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  11. LOVE YOUR BLOG. time for an update, maybe?

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