A MAN in his 30s has realised that he will never hold such high social status as when he had a car in the sixth form.
Oliver O’Connor, from Bristol, arrived at the grim conclusion that the two school years in which he owned a dented Nissan Micra represented the pinnacle of his life.
O’Connor said: “It was glorious. All it took was a banger my dad bought for £200 from someone he knew down the pub and suddenly I was the absolute fanny magnet I always wanted to be.
“It seemed there was nothing more thrilling or exotic than the experience of being driven to Tesco at lunchtime, never going over 30 miles per hour, to buy a prawn sandwich and smoke fags by the trolleys.
“Everyone was desperate for a seat in that car. The cool boys and beautiful girls who’d completely ignored me before suddenly wanted to be my friend. That car worked better for me than my personality ever could.
“I’ve looked after it and kept it on the road, even though it’s over 30 years old now. It can’t be long before it becomes vintage and people want to hang around with me again.”
Donna Sheridan, who briefly dated O’Connor, said: “He seemed alright until he told me he’d spent over £30,000 on that shitty old car of his. What a lunatic.”