Give a minicab man a few column inches and he'll take a whole bus lane
The chairman of London-based minicab firm Addison Lee has used the company's in-cab magazine to launch a series of eye-catching polemics.
His latest piece is a real humdinger. Perhaps appropriately for an authority figure among drivers, it's a diatribe against cyclists. His sympathy lies with the motorist who might quite understandably fail to spot "a granny wobbling to avoid a pothole or a rain drain" and thus find themselves "guilty of failing to anticipate that this was somebody on her maiden voyage into the abyss". He bemoans cyclists' lack of training, insurance, impact bars, air bags and road tax liability, and ends: "It is time for us to say to cyclists 'You want to join our gang, get trained and pay up'." (His punctuation, not mine.)
This is classic Griffin. A more oleaginous arguer might have conjured up an unsympathetic cyclist: a cocky shades-wearing courier, weaving between cars while listening to his iPod, or a self-promoting politician surrounded by obliging paps and tailed by his ministerial car. But not Griffin – he's happy to go straight for the granny: the stupid, myopic, shaky old biddy, wobbling around the road in the way of minicabs, who doesn't even have the goodness to look where she's going, get a driving licence or buy a fully taxed Lamborghini. The thought that she, and cyclists in general, probably don't want to join his "gang" simply doesn't occur to him.