oldfatfool
Guru
Cycling home tonight, arrive at a crappy T-junction with T-lights, large clearly marked bike box and ASL.
Approaching junction light is on red ad a blacked out corsa swerves round me to stop over the ASL, charmed I'm sure, no big deal.
About to take primary to stop behind aforementioned corsa, shoulder check and lo and behold a jam sandwich is behind and just pulling round. The officer of the law stops behind the corsa and I pull in behind.
The conversation goes a little like this,
Me: Are you going to nick him then mate?
Plod: Eh?
Me: Are you going to give him a tug for running the red light and blocking my safe area for turning right?
Plod: What are you on about?
The lights then change and plod continues off in a different direction to chummy and with no regard to my questioning. Well I really felt my council tax was well spent this month.
Approaching junction light is on red ad a blacked out corsa swerves round me to stop over the ASL, charmed I'm sure, no big deal.
About to take primary to stop behind aforementioned corsa, shoulder check and lo and behold a jam sandwich is behind and just pulling round. The officer of the law stops behind the corsa and I pull in behind.
The conversation goes a little like this,
Me: Are you going to nick him then mate?
Plod: Eh?
Me: Are you going to give him a tug for running the red light and blocking my safe area for turning right?
Plod: What are you on about?
The lights then change and plod continues off in a different direction to chummy and with no regard to my questioning. Well I really felt my council tax was well spent this month.
