I don’t know what it is about Friday afternoons that encourages some drivers to leave their brains behind when they get behind the wheel. I also don’t know what would make a grown man drive a Nissan Micra, especially the ones that look like partially melted beach toys. Whatever it is, a brainless one in a beach toy decided to ignore the red light at Vauxhall Cross this evening only to discover that it wasn’t just there for pedestrians but also for the three lanes of traffic that were now bearing down on him and his little inflatable pedal car. One screeching of brakes later he was washed up in the middle of the crossing with pedestrians and cyclists flowing around him – although sadly none of us thought to come with a pin. I’m hoping his red face was due to embarrassment but I suspect it might have been more to do with the booze.
I’m taking another one of my go-nowhere, do-nothing holidays next week. I might blog; I might not. Watch this space