And here they drive on the wrong side - all of them!Recent driving habits. By which I mean I am sure this is getting worse.
1. Not signalling when manoeuvring / turning / changing lanes.
2. On motorways, more and more drivers overtake in the overtaking lane then pull in to my lane with sometimes less than a car's length difference and in many cases with no car "pressuring them" in their original lane and sometimes in a fair amount of rain. I suspect they think this is good driving / lane discipline; it's not. Now I can't see the road, especially when it's raining.
I detest the segmentation of different generations into age-based categories and groups, presumably it was marketing-inspired. All it seems to do is engender conflict.Grouping people together and allocating a personally trait to them based upon belonging to a specific group.
Eg: True life example after taking my kids to an archery club, "You'll find archery people are very nice people". Maybe the people in Norway who saw the recent attack might disagree..
"Wine people are good, kind people". Really? I know some complete throbbers who happen to drink wine.
"Dog people are ...." FFS. Seriously?
I have tried it twice, shortly after returning from Blighty each time. Most interesting, particularly as, in attempting to avoid one another and take evasive action, both drivers will veer off in the same direction (their right, my left) increasing the odds of collision.Must make it hairy when you’re the only one driving on the correct side?
Something in my sense of humour just loves the idea of the gradual phasing in!I have tried it twice, shortly after returning from Blighty each time. Most interesting, particularly as, in attempting to avoid one another and take evasive action, both drivers will veer off in the same direction (their right, my left) increasing the odds of collision.
We did have a political party that proposed a change. Our version of the Monster Raving Loony Party apparently proposed: "Adopting the British system of driving on the left; this was to be gradually phased in over five years with large trucks and tractors first, then buses, eventually including small cars, and bicycles and wheelchairs last"
Motorway junctions that fork the wrong way.
When you go down the M3 towards Southampton it splits into the M27 W (right) to Bournemouth or M27 E (left) to Portsmouth. Except that it doesn't. You have to fork right for Portsmouth. With my sense of direction, this is almost painful. And it must require an extra unnecessary bridge. It's the same as you go round Birmingham on the M42 and join the M5. You're heading west and to go south on the M5, which should be left, you have to turn right.
Is it just me?
That'll be those bloody Victorian capitalists, no common sense or vision, unlike that nice Dr Beeching.100% this! M25 Orpington to Godstone forks left.
And who decided that Waterloo would serve stations to the South West of London and Victoria would serve stations to the South and South East of London necessitating Clapham Junction!
Which school is that?!Ah now you see I am going to be completely unreasonable and argue with your hate. That should be something else to add to this list, I appreciate, but...
Our youngest's primary school has an annual firework display, organised by the PTA as their main fundraising event of the year. There's an aeropyrotechnician* who sometimes performs - basically this is a guy who lives in the village, has a small plane, and is apparently the only person in the country (not sure how you'd check!) licenced to launch fireworks from his plane. It is completely extraordinary. They come flying out of various ports on the wings while he's doing aerobatics up above, and it's all synced to the music on the ground.
It's the sort of thing it'd be very easy to roll your eyes at and dismiss as irretrievably naff - I did exactly that when first told about it - but it is absolutely fabulous, and by itself worth many times the fiver (or whatever it is) admittance. We're going on Sunday.
* don't you hate made up words too?
Sounds quite hair-raising!Reminds me of the pilot who flew me on a white knuckle rife from Mendoza to Patagonia, who showed me his other plane - a sleek looking prop with the wings completely festooned with metal tubes. His job was hailstorm busting for the vineyards - he flew into the eye of violent storm clouds and fired rockets off in every direction to disperse them.