I had a driving test yesterday. I'd done all the preparation (and between you and me, I've done a fair bit of driving in the past, just not entirely legally) and I was 100% ready for it. Cost me £100 to book the test and the car for the 2 hours. Anyways, I get there and the examiner starts acting like a proper cunt, all snippy and trying to talk down to me, but I'm not gonna rise to it, so I just stay on mission and act polite. So we hit the road, I take a left turn and stop a the red light. So far so good, I've made no mistakes and I'm feeling good. Then some cunt comes round the corner not looking where he was going and slams into the back of me. Some bad luck, but the dude gets out and admit full responsibility, the owner and him exchange details and so I go to have a word with the examiner, to find out weather we can continue now (there was basically no damage) or weather we'd have to reschedule. It was then he handed me a sheet of paper that said I'd FAILED. This is when it all kicked off, cut to a half hour later, I'm in the managers office with the fat sad little prick of an examiner trying to calmly explain that this was totally unfair and at the VERY LEAST I should be entitled to another test. They couldn't justify failing me, couldn't come up with convincing reasons even when I cracked open their own fucking rules and guidelines. They just sat there with their piggy little eyes KNOWING there was jack shit I could do (threating legal action wont work, because these fucks set the rules, it's not a legal thing). They fucking aired me, which is when it turned into a fucking shouting match. The DSA are a bunch of cunts and I'm going to burn the fucking test center to the ground and that Leroy fucking Starling (named and shamed you little prick) had better keep his fucking head down. Thank goodness for small mercies, I went for a smaller driving school and they're trying to sort this shit out for me, but man, I was spitting bile yesterday. "Cambridge Driving School" are fucking good people if ever you need to learn, fuck the BSM and their 10 minute phone ToS before you get to speak to anybody. WANKERS. Sorry chaps, needed to vent. Went home and skinned my hands on my punchbag and now the fuckers hurt. URGH.