Failing the NCT
Grandad April 14th, 2009
Some years ago they introduced a National Car Test here in Ireland.
At the time, I thought is was a good idea, as there were a lot of cars on the road that only had one working light, or even none at all. It wasn’t unusual to see some hick farmer with his arse hanging out of his trousers, driving a car with it’s arse hanging out as well.
Of course, over the years, the government has seen this as a nice little money spinner, and now they test for all sorts of stupid fucking things.
If they don’t like the look of the colour they’ll fail you.
If the car is dirty they’ll fail you.
If the fucking clock is two minutes slow, they’ll fail you.
Normally, they write and say when the car is due for its test. This happens every two years, so it’s easy to forget.
They never wrote. FAIL.
I though I had better check, so I went into their website.
The fucking site takes ages to load and their database keeps crashing. FAIL.
I eventually got into their database and entered my car registration number, and the date of registration, which I got off the Registration Certificate.
The site crashed another couple of times, but eventually came up with a message – they had never heard of my car. FAIL.
I tried ringing the number they give on their site. In fact I tried numerous times over the course of a morning.
Always engaged. FAIL.
I am really getting pissed off with them now. They are a shower of incompetent fucking wankers, and they need to get their act together. How the hell am I supposed to get my car tested if their website doesn’t work, their database is out of date and they don’t answer the phone?
They have been tested and they FAIL.
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