Reverse Parking

When visiting the local supermarket – I’m not going to specify, because this set of thoughts are location-independent, having seen the same thing at at least six places – I’m always bemused by a certain parking style.

No, this isn’t YPLAC (You Park Like A Cunt) – for once – but it’s something just as bizarre. And I’m going to phrase it as a question

If they’re going to a supermarket, and doing their weekly/monthly big shop, why the FUCK do these people reverse into parking spaces ? I always see at least one per visit where they’re then faced with real issues when it comes to putting that shopping into the boot of the car.

I just don’t understand the logic – or maybe the lack thereof – that goes into this. I do get that some people don’t like reversing out of a space, although I’ve no idea why. Personally, I think reversing in to a space is far more prone to being visited by the Fuck-Up Fairy, but there we go.  Still, personal choice, and all that shite.

But for loading shopping into a car, it seems like it just makes things so much harder when you’ve reversed into the space, rather than going in forwards, and leaving the boot of the car out in the open, so you can just lift’n’load.

People are, to be sure, weird.


Anchor

I got sent this today, and loved it enough to want to share…

Don’t drive like a …

What’s next, I wonder ?

Don’t drive like a tw@ ?


Discovery / Stupidity

Every so often, you discover something, and realise you’ve either made a stupid mistake, (even if based on a logical premise) or just never clicked on the reasons why.

An example of the latter for this was that I only realised last year that the Jubilee line is silver on the London Underground map because it was – yes – the Queen’s Silver Jubilee.  Yeah, yeah, I know.

Another – this time from my father – was that in the “Thomas the Tank Engine” stories, James was red, because he was “ready for anything”. The look of “Oh!” on my dad’s face was priceless when he eventually clicked on to it – but it was a long time after he’d been reading the books to my brother and I.

Anyway, today’s discovery was more on the ‘stupid but logical’ side. Until looking at a map today, and seeing it by chance, I had never actually realised that Watford Gap is nowhere near Watford. Indeed, there’s about 60 miles between the two…


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So I feel a bit of an idiot, although I can justify/explain the logic beneath that thought…


Back in the Land of the Living

Looking back, it’s been more than a month since I wrote anything here – which is a bit shit, really.

It’s been a month with lots of changes below the radar – that’s my excuse, and I’m sticking to it. But now there’s some light at the end of the tunnel, and I’m back in the land of the living.

So – in that month :

  • I’ve moved – and only got broadband reconnected yesterday – to a (rented) place of my own
  • The contract role I was doing has now been made permanent – and I didn’t even freak out or wobble the way I did last time I took on a ‘proper’ job
  • My dad’s been in hospital (and still is) with heart-related issues. He’s OK, but is going through (at least) a triple-bypass operation today.
  • I’ve been doing lots of driving, what with one thing and another
  • Probably a bundle of other stuff too

Still, I’m back now. I’m not saying it’s going to go back to daily updates and the like, but it won’t behaving month-long pauses again for a while.


Fogtastic

I’ve written before about moronic drivers who leave their foglights on once conditions clear up – leaving them to dazzle other people.

This week, though, there’ve been a couple of days with heavy fog – and it turns out that there are  also plenty of moronic dickheads who don’t feel they need foglights at all. Or lights.

Sometimes you really just have to wonder about people.


Unrewarded Idiocy

On my commute this morning I saw one of the more incredible things of late.

In the outside lane of the M1, two drivers had managed to have a small collision in the traffic. Nothing major, from the look of it, a few scratches, maybe a resprayed bumper or somesuch. But there was nothing major – no broken bodywork, no wheels askew, or anything like that.

The drivers had stopped to exchange details, as one should in an accident.

In the outside lane of the M1. As one shouldn’t, in an accident or at any other time.

Some people are just too stupid to deserve to live.


Tactical Driving

Over the last few days I’ve been taking part in a fun new game I’ll call “The Tactical Driving Game”.  It’s also called “the 505 game”, because it’s currently taking place on the A505.

Basically, find a route with several speed cameras on it. The A505 between Baldock and Royston is good for it, and I’d imagine that the A1 around Elkesley is another gem.

While driving at normal speed, end up with some titbag trying to intimidate you into shifting and letting them past.

Pull in when you get a chance – but particularly at certain spots along the road.

Titbag then goes blasting past, attempting to intimidate/impress with their speed/acceleration/car.

And *flash*, off goes the speed camera.

It’s a joy, I tell you. A joy.