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Your lives my be at risk

WARNING THIS POST CONTAINS LANGUAGE OF AN ADULT NATURE!
OK, I do believe in the whole reduce your carbon foot print thing and due to excessive price of oil I have been driving at 50 mph in order to save on fuel. It actually works I can get up to 60 miles extra if I do this, so it save me quite a bit.

However, in saying this I feel that I have increased my chances of dying in a road accident (this says alot considering I also drive a motorcycle). Why is this you ask? Because every arsehole and their mother drives at 50 mph. Let me take a moment and define arsehole; an arsehole, in the driving sense, is someone that can’t make decisions or are hesitant to when driving on the road. This particular type of ‘arsehole’ is the one that indicates for about 25 seconds before moving into the lane by which time the ‘arsehole’ has missed their opportunity to move into the lane.

What this arsehole does not realize is the impact they have on all of the other traffic. For instance because they are hesitating the bus that is in the lane which they want to get into has become frustrated and try to get in behind the arsehole, this frustration has caused the bus driver to neglect his mirrors and almost plow into the car coming up behind the arsehole. (True story)

To summerise, although driving at 50 mph is good for your pocket and the environment it puts your life in danger.

It’s been in a couple of weeks

I am only now starting to remember my second night out in London, which involved a trip to Fabric. I warn you, this is a short post because of the lack of information I can remember.

Got the train to Farringdon, got a beer, went to the club, got cupped by a MALE bouncer and got really drunk to the point were I can’t remember anything.

Next thing I remember is refusing to get in the taxi home and being (appropriately) left where I stood. After that I remember being on a bridge while the sun was coming up and receiving a text (as if from god) with a London taxi company number! Who can guess what the next challenge was? That’s right, where the F***! was I heading. It took a while to figure this out but I finally did it…I thought I had all the information I required to get back to HQ.

However I forget one very important fact, where was I? I knew I was in London. Trying to explain to the, extremely nice and patient, taxi driver where I was using the shapes of buildings was not working at all! So, I walked around until my stupid eyes could find a sign that I could both read and pronounce, this took while.

In the end the taxi driver man picked me up at Aldwych and I got back to my cousins.
I can only remember half of the night which was pretty eventful, I can only imagine what the other half was like!

even I could have found a proper crime!

If you don’t know, I cycle to work most mornings, it’s roughly a 7 mile cycle. I have all the safety gear and wear it in very geeky way! I’m also very safety concious while on the road.

So, when I was pulled over by the police in van at 0820 for running a red light at a pedestrian crossing (I couldn’t see the colour properly because of the sun), I was a little pissed off. No one was at danger of getting hit and I wasn’t going very fast as I slowed as I got close to the crossing. Honestly, are the police so bored in the morning that they need to annoy people for going across a crossing. When they pulled me over I was in Denniston, surely you could find a crime in Denniston?? In fact I could have taken them to the junkies house if they had liked, they live a couple of closes down from me.

I could rant about this for ages but I can’t be bothered…so, I shall see you late!