Reminds me of a story I have told several times elsewhere:

I moved to London in 1989 – and I didn’t have a driving licence – but I did drive, and I owned a car. I met my wife-to-be in 1990 and we got married in 1991 – but in 1990 I met her parents for the first time – and her father asked me about whether I could drive. I told him that I could – but I didn’t have a licence – so he told me that in order for me to take her hand in marriage I had to pass my test before the wedding day (July 1991). He said that he didn’t want his daughter to have tp schlep around the buses and tubes with me after I was married. I told him that I would pass my test. And I was determined to do so. I was living in Clapham at the time – so a few days later (in May that year) I walked into the local British School of Motoring (BSM) shop in Clapham (or Streatham – I can’t remember where now) and told them of my predicament – and told them that I just *had* to pass my test before July. The lady at the counter took one look at me and said “no problem – I’ve got just the man for you” – referring to an instructor. It turned out that the instructor was an old Indian guy – who had a manner and temperament just like my Dad! And I was a bit pissed off at that. I had around 3 lessons per week – and in the fist few lessons he really took it out on me big time every time I did something that he considered wrong – which pissed me off no end.

Anyway – to cut a long story short – I passed first time a few weeks later – and he was so overjoyed on the day of my test – he gave me a big hug – and I hugged him back so gratefully. For I would never have been allowed to take my wife’s hand in marriage had I not passed!

Hope you don’t have the same sort of pressure!

I was taught to drive by an ex-policeman who my Dad knew. He was a very good instructor as far as I remember. That was 19 years ago now though…..