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old.ignus
Guest
Especially in Lincoln. About 3 years back me and a bunch of friends headed off to Lincoln crown court from our horrible infamous costal town. The journey was long as none of us had a fucking clue where we going and when we finally got there it was a nightmare (pauses to drink some water and shakily light a cigarette) the roads they were one way and no entry and all sorts, traffic lights that mislead you, lanes that mislead you, signs that say "I don't know, I really don't know!" and parking well I may need counselling if I go into that. And as a fairly new driver with only a few months experience and a G reg vauxhall astra I was extremely intimidated by the whole place and by the people who beeped in frustration. Back then I swore never to return. But yesterday it happened.
Now with 3 years driving experience under my belt a peugeot 306 and the fact that I had recently visited Nottingam and York in my car I thought it/I would be better. How wrong could I be? I now stand firmly by my belief that Lincoln City's road system was designed by a sadistic torturer who watches the cameras as unsuspecting visitors drive down the wrong way through one way streets and generally get completely lost. I imagine this man to sit there and say "This is a local city for local people!".
I think I'd rather drive around London all day than visit that place again.
And the cinema we watched 28 days later in, bloody hell theres more room in the back seat of a mini with two pro basketball players in the front. my knees were locked by the end of the film.
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Now with 3 years driving experience under my belt a peugeot 306 and the fact that I had recently visited Nottingam and York in my car I thought it/I would be better. How wrong could I be? I now stand firmly by my belief that Lincoln City's road system was designed by a sadistic torturer who watches the cameras as unsuspecting visitors drive down the wrong way through one way streets and generally get completely lost. I imagine this man to sit there and say "This is a local city for local people!".
I think I'd rather drive around London all day than visit that place again.
And the cinema we watched 28 days later in, bloody hell theres more room in the back seat of a mini with two pro basketball players in the front. my knees were locked by the end of the film.
This message was brought to you by the Lincoln city tourist board.
