Fluffrick is now legal…


So, I only went and passed my driving test today.

I know, I know – there was no rolling thunder in the skies, no portents of the last days, no sudden outbreaks of dogs and cats living together, but nonetheless it actually happened.

I can now cruise the streets of Sheffield unfettered by L-plates, and I can even go places on my own. A big deal to a teenager, but it’s curiously enticing to me too.

That said, this is clearly the worst ideas in the history of bad ideas: now that I can drive, I can drive myself to see so many more bloody awful films at the cinema on my own, so that Mrs Rolling Eyeballs doesn’t have to suffer through them – which, come to think of it, is quite cool for her.

Crappy, 3D horror films here I come!

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