Friday, January 12, 2007

As you might expect, and condescending bar stewards.

I got out of the house this morning drove around the corner and went "Oh the bridge at Bewdley must be closed". Was this some sixth sense, alien messages, or subconscious pickings from the radio? Nope it was the stationary queue of traffic in front of me. Stupidest quote I've heard today

"Why would the bridge being closed affect you?"
Gee you've lived here how long and you don't know the answer to that? Bewdley has two bridges, as they've got a by-pass, see -
The bridges are highlighted in red, the northerly being the old bridge, the southernmost being the by-pass. For residents the only connection is at Long Bank, the furthest junction to the west (left). Oh ignore the two roads that apparently join up to the A456 they don't, one goes under the over goes over. So one bridge down, the other really starts to take the brunt of traffic. Time to look elsewhere, but where oh where can people cross?

Easy, the next two closest major bridges are at Stourport and Bridgnorth, which would you pick?Not exactly the most difficult of choices to make is it?


Right this irritates me so much, it crops up every time we have a spot of bad weather and you can guarantee one of the smug little sods reading the news will say it or something damn similar
"Might want a bit of a lie-in"
No sorry I can't. I have to do this thing called work; you might have heard of it. Yes yes I know you're up at the crack of dawn, you poor old thing - chauffeured into work to sit down for up to three hours and read lines written by someone else, paid a whopping sum of money and buggering off on holiday for months at a time. Boo frickin' hoo. Don't try to sympathise, don't try to empathise, just try not to mangle your lines.

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