So there it is, I’ve just returned from my final unit of CPC ‘Training’.
I watched a DVD on how best to tackle the job of moving a filing cabinet down some stairs and am now fully aware of every peril involved in such a tricky and potentially life threatening operation. It was THE best hour and twenty five minutes of my life. I discovered that If you don’t secure your load correctly, it might fall over. Over an enlightening and action-packed sixty minutes I marvelled at the correct way to pick up an empty cardboard box. I discovered that the traffic commissioner in my part of the world is named Beverley but unfortunately I have no idea what a traffic commissioner is so I mostly ignored that.
The best part though, the part which I really enjoyed was watching the ‘trainer’ trying desperately to make all of the above last for seven mother-funking hours. It was a joy to behold. Well I say it was a joy to behold, the bits which I watched were a joy to behold but to be honest, I spent almost the entirety of the charade playing Patience on my space aged phone.
Anyway, one day next week, my life will change forever, things will never be the same again. Next week another cashcard sized piece of plastic with a snap of me on it will arrive and finally I will know that I am someone. I can stare, flinty-eyed at any Man and tell him:-
I have attained thirty five hours of classroom based training over a period not greater than five years, punk.
Rhythm Thief:
:lol: Sounds like it broadly paralleled my own DCPC experience. Phone patience and everything.
Bizarrely, every time I looked up, it seemed that the rest of the class were impatiently playing patience too…apart from one chap who didn’t seem to notice the daggers and gnashing of teeth which accompanied his many questions to the trainer even after the trainer had told us we were done!
My gaffers just booked me my final 2 courses,my last 3 weren’t that bad as were done in house at my last firm so you did a bit of driving with the trainer to make up a bit of the 7 hours then did a bit of class room and all done individually.
I’m dreading the class room on a Saturday with god knows how many folk.
Coogy:
So there it is, I’ve just returned from my final unit of CPC ‘Training’.
I discovered that the traffic commissioner in my part of the world is named Beverley but unfortunately I have no idea what a traffic commissioner is so I mostly ignored that.
Maybe you should have paid more attention to this…
You never know when you might meet her and understand why this woman along with others in her position can hold you by the Gannoolies and make you do back flips and stuff.
Just saying since I presume you paid Wonga to do this and are prepared to waste it by taking no interest in something that could affect your livelihood .
Coogy:
So there it is, I’ve just returned from my final unit of CPC ‘Training’.
I discovered that the traffic commissioner in my part of the world is named Beverley but unfortunately I have no idea what a traffic commissioner is so I mostly ignored that.
Maybe you should have paid more attention to this…
You never know when you might meet her and understand why this woman along with others in her position can hold you by the Gannoolies and make you do back flips and stuff.
Just saying since I presume you paid Wonga to do this and are prepared to waste it by taking no interest in something that could affect your livelihood .
Is it very likely that the Traffic Commissioner(whatever that is) will turn up to grab me by the Gannoolies and if so,is she a fox?
Coogy:
So there it is, I’ve just returned from my final unit of CPC ‘Training’.
I discovered that the traffic commissioner in my part of the world is named Beverley but unfortunately I have no idea what a traffic commissioner is so I mostly ignored that.
Maybe you should have paid more attention to this…
You never know when you might meet her and understand why this woman along with others in her position can hold you by the Gannoolies and make you do back flips and stuff.
Just saying since I presume you paid Wonga to do this and are prepared to waste it by taking no interest in something that could affect your livelihood .
Is it very likely that the Traffic Commissioner(whatever that is) will turn up to grab me by the Gannoolies and if so,is she a fox?
That response is my favourite post this week…keep them coming
I once published a summary of the Annual Report of the Traffic Commissioners in which Beverley made it very plain that she would punish any driver or operator who tried to cross her.
To illustrate it, I commissioned a cartoon of Beverley dressed in thigh boots and a leather basque, brandishing a whip.
I got a call from Beverley’s office…and boy was I expecting trouble.
I was wrong…Beverley wanted the original rendering of the cartoon artwork because…and I quote…“Her children thought it was really funny.”
I once published a summary of the Annual Report of the Traffic Commissioners in which Beverley made it very plain that she would punish any driver or operator who tried to cross her.
To illustrate it, I commissioned a cartoon of Beverley dressed in thigh boots and a leather basque, brandishing a whip.
I got a call from Beverley’s office…and boy was I expecting trouble.
I was wrong…Beverley wanted the original rendering of the cartoon artwork because…and I quote…“Her children thought it was really funny.”
Most people worry too much about Beverley Bell. She’s renowned for her good sense of humour, and if you ever do have to appear before her, just give her a big wink and a cheeky grin and say “All right Darling? Put the kettle on then!” and she’ll let you off the most serious of violations.
Sounds like it broadly paralleled my own DCPC experience. Phone patience and everything.
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