I've got a Sophie Ellis-
Bitch Cow Bexter song caught in my head,
Not a good day at all. I went to the post office to send in my drivers licence application, I used the premuim service (as I'm going to France this weekend) and you'll never guess, my signature slightly hit the little line therefore the who form was fucked. Hur-bloody-fucking-rah, so I left £4 less.
So I re did the forms and thanks to the DVLA's undersized signature boxes I fucked up another form, again hur-bloody-fucking-rah, so now I'm starting to get pissed off.
I may actually not bother even trying to drive if I fuck up another form, which I need to get tomorrow from the same post office that gave me 3 already.
Life and the DVLA suck.
I just got off the phone with the DVLA in Bristol and they're going to send me a handfull of forms. I'm too embarased to go into the post office tomorrow.
(another buggered entry -- ignore)