Drugs and driving

I think drugs are a bad thing. They can get you into some tricky situations. I have a mate who, when away on holiday, was challenged to snort the coast of Cornwall to scale. However, he didn't realise that 'to scale' means that you can make it smaller and he basically did snort the coast of Cornwall and ended up in A&E. Who says it affects you?

Which might sound judgemental, because when I say that he was a mate, what I mean was that he was my driving instructor. Please picture the scene when this little anecdote was given to me. I know I should have been suspicious when I realised his eyes had no pupils. And I should have gotten really suspicious when I was asked if I'd mind if Dan 'the Ripper' Harris sat in the back. However, when I was asked to drop said 'Ripper' off in Manchester because some high speed motorway work is a good way to round off your first lesson, I really should have twigged. I don't know if you have ever tried to outrun the Manchester Metropolitan Police in a Ford Fiesta with L plates, but it isn't easy. I didn't pass my test. On the upside, I am now known as Lynne 'Thunderbolt and Lightening' Crook in the North West underworld.