Back in the dim and distant days when the Skills Test was known as a GFT (General Flying Test) I turned up at the club for said test. Flew like an absolute tosser, landed like a pheasant with a chest full of lead shot. CFI calmly says "we'll write that one up as a practive GFT, come back tomorrow and we'll do it again". Following day, no problem, GFT passed, many pints drunk.
