Matt B wrote:
> In yesterday's Telegraph[1].
>
> Mind you, you might not like what he also has to say about cycling
> attire, 'designer bicycles', and the motivation of certain cyclists ;-)
>
> [1] http://tinyurl.com/99h4x
He is well known for riding his brompton when he wants to take his car
out. Being in London, the only garage big enough for his bentley is 6
miles from his house. He got the tv packaging right on though..
There was another article in the Tele that you missed.. suggesting that
Griff is not your usual taste. For those that wish I have recycled the
relevant parts below..
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Speaking of Leviathan, when I learned to drive at the advanced age of
32, I realised that Hobbes was essentially correct. The Highway Code is
a behavioural contract contrived and accepted for our mutual survival,
except where we can shove, push, cut up, scream past, bully or take
advantage for our own ends. At the age of six, I laughed when my
mother, pootling into Chichester used to expostulate "How rude!" (Yes,
Chichester, and in the Sixties, too.) Venturing about in my own steely
carapace 26 years later led me to a state of unblinking sensitivity to
the "rules".
Twice this week I encountered van behaviour that boggled the intellect.
At a major junction, one driver saw the lights change as he roared
towards them and decided to risk it anyway, a good three seconds after
they had changed to red. Down in Hoxton, a rented van popped on through
the red lights, after they had changed against him while he was
stationary.
What new horror is this? Both drivers were young and beardy (m'lud) and
I suspect that they are members of the bicycling fraternity - graduated
to furniture moving - who have decided to apply their death-defying
standards to motorised transport. Oh woe! When they start taking short
cuts along the pavement "disastrose anarchie wille be unleashed". Life
is nasty, brutish and short, and so was the driver. And on his mobile
phone too.
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