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Exactly. The attitude seemed to be that they want the man to do the driving and feel entitled to be chauffeured. A non-driver was considered less of a useful asset.
I'm not saying all women are selfish, lazy, shallow cows, but some certainly are
With you on the drinking. I never drink and drive though - not even a half.
I have to be honest, I prefer it if he drives Not cos I'm lazy or selfish but I have plently of confidence in my ability when it's just me in the car but when it is both of us, I'm really consious of mistakes I make etc. Not cos he points them out but cos I hate bolloxing it up.
If he wants to drink, I'm more than happy to drive - I dislike drink driving immensley!!
Bazza gets caught
Socrates - "The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing."
When I was growing up in India, us boys used to go to school in a two wheeler pulled by ox. When the driver wanted to go faster he would insert his hand into ox's backside when he wanted slower he would pull it out a bit.
When I was growing up in India, us boys used to go to school in a two wheeler pulled by ox. When the driver wanted to go faster he would insert his hand into ox's backside when he wanted slower he would pull it out a bit.
My wife uses a similar technique when I'm in the driver's seat.
You've come right out the other side of the forest of irony and ended up in the desert of wrong.
I'm not a regular listener to Womans' Hour but did catch a rather interesting item on the weekend about men who can't/don't drive.
For my own part, I mostly dislike driving, even though I have done it since the age of 17 through pure necessity.
Cars and car-men bore me rigid - even though I can probably fix their carburetor while they haven't the remotest clue about the internals of their latest 'wheels'.
The attitude of women towards male non-drivers was very revealing indeed.
The attitude of men went something along the lines of: "lazy freeloaders who expect to be chauffeured everywhere" or "eccentric ecofascists who want us all to go back to the dark ages".
What does the congregation think?
carburettor, unless you are a yank.
The petrol combustion engine has come on a long way since then, and has been using fuel injection since the early 90s.
When I was growing up in India, us boys used to go to school in a two wheeler pulled by ox. When the driver wanted to go faster he would insert his hand into ox's backside when he wanted slower he would pull it out a bit.
In England we were too poor to own an ox so we had an Indian who pulled us to school in a tesco trolly. We didnt fancy sticking our hand up his bum to control the speed, so we used a bit of washing line tied around his nads
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