intercourse with biscuits: “Where do you see yourself in 10 years?” and other terrifying questions
JANUARY 2002
I had been driving for just over a month and the joy was palpable. I loved my little grey Peugeot 205 more than is strictly healthy. It was symbolised that the period of my life that required me to spend hours in a cramped car with a driving instructor who made stop to ogle…
My whole body fills up with rage and sadness every time I get asked that question.
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