Sometimes they’re bollocks tho. I’ve been driving back and forth along the A14 for ages cos of work Birmingham, and for months there’s been a section of dual carriageway restricted to 40 mph. There’s no roadworks, but they’ve put a sign up explaining saying “40mph due to incomplete central barrier”.
What annoys me bout that, is anyone who knows highway code knows that even if there is no central barrier at all, the speed limit can still be 60 mph. So I simply ignore it. They’ve got average speed cameras up but i don’t think they’re working, cos I ain’t had ticket yet.
I have mixed feelings about coppers and speed guns.
I like them when they sit on my road, which is an avenue with trees in the middle. It’s two lanes on both sides, but only 30mph. People treat it like a fucking racetrack. I’ve seen loads of crashes in the few years I’ve been here, and some have involved flipped cars and the like.
I do not like them when they hang about when you are just getting off an A road. They know you’ve just been doing 60-70, and know you’ll probably be a little pedal heavy. The A580 in Liverpool is a nightmare for them, and the thing that really pisses me off is that the corner they nick you on is about 400m away from any residences.
They are indeed a certain breed of bastard. I remember getting the train from Soton to Winch for to slake my thirst with a shandy or two and when the train pulled into Winch, I was behind the blind radio presenter Peter White who pushed the door open button. It’s obvious the fella is blind, but that didn’t stop a greasy looking student type from trying to push passed him before he had chance to leave the train. The poor fella was pushed to one side and almost lost his white stick between the platform and the train. I grabbed the shit who’d pushed his way onto the train and told him to apologise. He grunted, mumbled something incoherent and shuffled off.
They are similar to the people who travel up escalators and disembark, only to take root within a foot of the top of the stairs, inconsiderate to others behind them. Bastards.
The wankers who stand on paths and chat at Glastonbury are worse. Literally the only solid ground, and that’s relative, and there they are, just standing there, forcing thousands of people into the mud.
My daughter going on about pokemon go, then her explaining it to me, but even worse me thinking that it sounds quite good. So much to get annoyed about there.
On the note of teenagers, they think they are the first person to discover things, that have been around or a fad already and have come around again, but it does not stop them claiming for their own. Again this really annoys me, but it really should not be that much of an issue. When it is to do with music it really gets under my skin.
Just as I am writing this, my daughter has just announced that she is going out to find another Pokemon! Jeez am I back in 2000?
My kids have just bought some old Olympus Trip 35mm cameras and have bought out the film stock at Poundland. They take pictures, have them developed, take a picture of the pictures on their phone and send them to me digitally. Seriously dudes, why bother?
I upvoted your post because I enjoyed its ferocity, Super Michael.
I facepalmed you as a practical demonstration of why such moaning is fruitless. I could write facepalm out in English, but then I have to explain that facepalming is the involuntary act of burying one’s slaphead in a palm because of the profound stupidity of others.
