The Road to 'L' Do you remember your driving instructor? Well, they sure remember you.
It is humorous memoir. Set in Central London during the period 1981 to 1983 when I was a driving instructor in London working for The British School of Motoring.
Pitched somewhere between the old English classic carry-on films and a series of sexy films called Confessions of... It is a humorous memoir of my time as a driving instructor;
I reveal the stories of what can happen on a driving lesson, the offers of sexual favours and the actual driving routes I used all around the famous and historic landmarks of London.
My books are all humorous memoirs hopefully in the style of Terry Pratchett. They should appeal to anybody who likes anecdotal tales, I have tried to write in the style that would make you believe you are in a restaurant and I am with you just recounted episodes of my life or in a pub having a drink with friends, and I'm relating anecdotal stories about my life to you.
The Road to 'L' is an eye-opening poignant and often hilarious romp through my years as a professional driving instructor in Central London back in the early 1980s.
I reveal people's behaviour, conversations and downright dangerous things that happened to me during their lessons and their time learning to drive in my tuition car. I tell the amazing tales of some of the things that could have come straight out of a Bond movie, the inappropriate offers of sex, and you will meet the amazing sister Mary Clara and her encounter with one of the famous Beatles back in the day.
Travel throughout London and all the amazing sites this city offers and all on a driving lesson, or be part of being bombed twice in one day on two separate lessons, by the IRA.
Learn about the Falkland Islands war, from the perspective of both sides or read about Mrs Shah and why nobody could take their eyes away from staring at her.
My book is a journey through the eyes of a professional driving instructor that will amaze you and also amuse you.
It is a chronological history of the world events that affected London during this period, and of course about learning to drive a car. But in reality, the book is about people and how they can reveal so much about themselves whilst in the company of their driving instructor.
With some amazing stories, and some scary situations, but above all humour.
Excerpt
On one such occasion Gloria caught me in the corridor by the bathroom leading along to our rooms. She was provocatively wearing just a bath towel wrapped around her body showing every curve. The wet patches made by water dripping off her wet hair made certain areas of her body shape stand out. She looked amazingly sexy, but I was just attempting to leave the guest house and go home to my wife for the night.
‘Hi Tony, fancy a quick fuck, you know sex with me tonight before dinner.’
‘Sorry Gloria, I am going home to my wife tonight.’
‘Well, have a starter with me.’ and she tried to wrap her body around mine.
‘Gloria we are in a public hallway!’
‘Okay, we can go to your room or mine, I really don’t care, Tony. I’m gagging for it.’
‘Gloria, I’m going home to my wife.’
‘So, you want sex with her but don’t fancy me?’
‘It’s not about sex with my wife or fancying you. I’m happily married and am going to see my wife who I love.’
‘That’s great I just want sex with you,’ and she rubbed her body up against mine very provocatively. I thought her towel was going to come off leaving her naked body exposed, and I was getting very embarrassed and a little turned on, but she seemed not to notice either.
‘For Christ’s sake Tony, not in the bloody corridor. Take her to your room!’
‘Paul will you tell Gloria that I’m going home to see my wife and am not here for this.’
‘Sure Gloria, Tony is going home to see his wife although it’s a waste of time as his marriage in on the rocks anyway and they never have sex, but I don’t think now is the best time to try it on with him and especially in the bloody corridor. Nice tits and ass, by the way.’
‘Thanks Paul, that really helps me,’ and he shrugged his shoulders and headed back to his room. But at least Gloria let go of rubbing herself up against my body, much to my relief.
‘Are you honestly going home to your wife then?’
‘Yes.’
‘Even though Paul said your marriage is on the rocks? Why not stay here with me and have some fun? I do fancy you Tony, honestly.’
‘Because as I keep explaining as attractive as you undoubtedly are, I will not be unfaithful to my wife and I’m going home.’
‘But admit it you were getting turned on I could feel you.’
‘Look Gloria you are a very attractive woman and what you were trying to do to me, well there are few men that could control themselves but that doesn’t mean I wanted sex with you. Now I’m going home to my wife. Goodnight.’
‘You’re a fucking idiot Tony, nobody will ever get such an easy offer of sex than I have just offered you.’
Then she showed me her bra-less breasts by loosening the towel and pulling it down be
low her breasts. They were extremely attractive breasts for sure, but at this moment I didn’t want to see them.
