Prince Charles has another brilliant idea: a national tour to say nice things about cycling. But how to get around such a big and difficult to traverse country as the UK? How about a £100k private train? “‘Peep peep,’ said Charles the Mental Engine to Thomas, as he was pulling Annie and Clarabel on the 08:27 stopping service to Birmingham New Street. ‘Get out of my fucking way. Don’t you know who I am?'”
A professor of marketing has discovered that sad non-cyclists envy us awesome cyclists. This is not news. One only needs to watch all the cabbies, bikers, and white van men sat in the advanced stop lane for cyclists at the lights, desperately hoping that people will see their position and mistake them for a cool bicyclist.
And from the desk of Professor Obvious: drivers are not very good at driving when they are angry.
We were supposed to be able to use hire bikes without a subscription and key around about now. TfL now say casual users won’t be allowed to have a go until the new year.
And with other important transport projects being mothballed, scaled back, and dropped entirely, rumours are flying that Boris, fearing that the electorate will take it out on him, might give up and seek to return to Parliament, to represent Londoners as a back bench trouble maker.
Oxfordshire towns and villages can rent their own speed cameras for £5000 a year, after a residents’ backlash against the county’s cameras being switched off.
The motorways are full, and the M6 toll road has failed to solve the congestion problem around Birmingham, because Motorists will not pay for a road when there is a free one going to the same place.
Want to get to your destination three minutes quicker? You can now take advantage of a new convenient fast-track level-crossing service from the British Judiciary, where you can put the lives of hundreds of people in danger for the competitive price of just £50. Payment may be made by direct debit; no need to turn up in person to pay. On days when revenue enforcement officers are unavailable, the service is free.
Police arrest drunk driver; crash his supercar into garden. Heh.
Finally, your moment of zen: a cyclist with a reckless disregard for his own safety — where is his helmet?