Journey to work a relative pleasure this morning. Must be half-term, parents who are unable to drive not on road with carloads of chidlren who do not appear to know what their legs are for. So no hold up around the back of Ilford, got to work in a relatively good mood for a change. Fuel consumption greatly reduced therefore better for the environment.
General feelings of good will to all men however rapidly evaporated by fuckwit on "Pizza Hut" motor scooter on way home, overtaking on an uphill blind bend with no visibility whatsoever causing emergency stop. Trouble is that these fools cause other people to have accidents and then speed off without becoming involved in any way whatsoever - they also get bad name for motocyclists in general.
So a new campaign - Stop eating home delivery pizzas and improve road safety. You can clearly see the link can't you. Anyway by the time your quatro formaggio, cajun chicken and extra anchovies arrives on one of these scooters of death at vast expense you could have gone to the supermarket, bought three times the quantity of pizzas and associated goodies, cooked it and all for less money and had a nice warm fuzzy glow from preventing another needless road death.
Failing that I'm going to adapt the words of Hermann Goring to:
"Every time I hear the words Pizza Delivery I reach for my gun"
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