I'm borrowing it so that we can take a band to Didcot tomorrow; the kind of road trip I feel like I might enjoy. Another pleasant consequence is that there's now half a drum kit in my flat, spread about the hall. Hopefully I'll remember it's there if I need to get up, otherwise my neighbours will think it's the end of Eastenders when I stumble into it.
A strange thing happened in the white van though. I started to enjoy driving it. Sure, the brakes are soft and the gears are crunchy, but I felt quite powerful up there above the road, flicking the indicator on and swinging the van round corners. The whole thing creaked and rattled and I smiled, remembering that the other day I said I'd like to drive a tank.
Then, no word of a lie, tonight, people started giving way to me! Weird innit? Some geezer flashed his lights to let me through, even though it's probably his right of way and I'm like 'cheers guv' as I flash a sneaky thanks back, on the way. I try to pull out and judge me width between two sides of parked cars and the lady behind me's not even stressing out about it. Genius. Don't know what's got into people tonight. Probably the political situation. Don't get me started.
Ahem...
So it's no tank. I'm not gone completely mad; though I do think smashing through the world in an armour-plated vehicle would be unstoppable fun. Tomorrow I can make do with flying up the A34 with some great musicians, ready to lead some worship. I might not be a regular white van man but I can definitely do that bit of the journey. Innit.
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