It's the remix to ignition, hot and fresh out the kitchen, also a Weekly Wednesday Weigh In that is totally bitchin'

Oioi!
So, it's been a week since my last post, and how much of an amazingly exciting week it has been!

So, as some of you may know, I have been learning to drive on and off for about 4 years (had a 2 year break in the middle for some university drop out times) so it was rather exciting when i finally went and attempted my practical test on Tuesday. I was incredibly, amazingly nervous, which is weird because I had just done an hour long lesson and completely bossed everything so I am obviously quite competent when it comes to being behind the wheel (well, I'm no Lewis Hamilton but I'm very safely out of the "oh-look-it's-George-Micheal-going-into-the-front-of-yet-another-Snappy-Snaps" zone). My examiner was called Bob, who was very friendly and we spent the first ten minutes of the driving round chatting about me being a Greengrocer and, in classic British fashion, how the weather was shit.
And then came the manouvre.
Now, usually, a turn in the road for me is so easy I could almost do it with my eyes closed (except you can't do it with your eyes closed because that's probably illegal), but for some stupid reason  my nerves got the better of me and I decided that what the manouvre really needed was more speed, so I ended up bumping the kerb whilst reversing and then did some sort of Strictly worthy waltz around a parked car that left me with a brain full of "FUUUUUUUCKFUCKITYFUCKFUCKIVEFAILED" whilst I then had to endure about 20 minutes of waiting to be told that I stuffed it royally. After the turn in the road debacle I decided not to talk to Bob anymore, because as harbinger of my forever a pedestrian doom I didn't like him much after that. So when I pulled back into the driving test centre carpark and he turned to me, and my instructor, the lovely Tina (whose services you can find by inquiring here)was stood outside the car with her fingers crossed I was actually quite prepared to cry.
But then, something amazing happened....

I ONLY WENT AND BLOODY PASSED FIRST TIME, DIDN'T I?!

So yes, that was most, exciting. Bloody well done me. 

So now I am free to tear up the streets in my lovely little car. Ladies and gentleman, may I present to you: ELAINE!

And I think we are all in the same mind here: what a sexy beast.

So yes, that is the excitement of that. So to celebrate I went over my friend Charlee's house, drunk a whole bottle of vodka and about a billion liters of tango and haven't felt not hungover until right at this very moment, which is why I don't have high hopes for the:

CARLO'S SECOND WEEKLY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY WEIGH IN

So baring all the boozing in mind, I'm going to predict that I've either put on weight, or stayed the same. (Also, I had a massive burger the other day because I was watching Diners, Drive-Thrus and Dives and they made an amazing burger that I had to try out at home.) Here we go:

LAST WEEK'S WEIGHT:

204lbs

(14st 8lbs/92.5kg)

WEDNESDAY THURSDAY WEIGH IN:

203lbs

(14st 7lbs/92kg)

GRAND TOTAL LOSS OF:

1lb!

Now I know last week I wasn't happy with a pound loss, but this week, because I genuinely did think I would have put on weight, this is a nice surprise! So all in all, quite a good week.

Right, I have to go off and jump start my car, so if there are no more blog posts I electrocuted myself and left a fat corpse behind (gutted, pulbearers.)

Until next time, here is the little ditty that I now you were humming when you read the title: ciao!