Do you remember your driving instructor? Well they sure remember you and in my next book I will tell you all about my experiences as a Driving Instructor whilst work for the British School of Motoring in Central London back in the early 1980's. Driving in Instructor in Central London are you mad? Yes I think I was back then but hey I needed a job and at the time any job would do, but the funny thing was I was actually very good at this job, in fact much better than I realised at the time. Destiny! do you believe in destiny? I never did but looking back to becoming a driving instructor it was the stepping stone to me joining HM Prison service and my twenty-five year career working in varying penal establishments in the UK, which led to me and my wife buying our home in Spain and eventually me working at Heathrow Airport as a security officer and my subsequent retirement to live full time in Spain but still searching for my 'EL Dorado'. Destiny led me to writing my two books...
Me become a driving instructor? You gotta be joking! Do you remember your driving instructor? Well he sure does remember you and this book is dedicated to all the pupils I taught during my time as a Driving Instructor in Central London back in the early 1980s working for The British School of Motoring. Based in Baker Street London it was a very interesting and adventurous time for me. This book is a true confession of what happens to both instructor and staff when on their Driving Lessons, written by me: a real Driving instructor. I worked as a Driving Instructor between 1981 and 1983 and this is my story of what really happened to me during that period. This book is a warts and all revelation, it tells the story of this period of my life. It tells the story of what happened to many driving instructors with their pupils whilst on their lessons. I tell the amazing tales of some of the things that happened to me during my time as a driving instructor My book is a journey thr...
Mrs Shah what big..................Eyes you have Bloody hell her boobs were almost touching the windscreen of the car. ‘You need to move the seat back as far as it can go to give yourself some legroom.’ ‘You mean to give me some boob room.’ and she started giggling again, as she struggled to move the seat further back. ‘Oh, shit can you help me, please? I really cannot get the thing to work.’ ‘Sure, but you need to unlock the seat belt first then move the seat.’ ‘Oh, how stupid of me.’ and she undid the seat belt and tried to move the seat, ‘no it’s no good I really cannot get the seat to move.’ ‘Hang on I come around and help.’ I got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side opened the door and bent down to grab the metal bar under the seat, which would allow the seat to go back. As I did so she moved and her huge boobs trapped my head between the glove compartment on the dashboard and her boobs. This really was my ‘Carry on’ moment I just hope n...
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