To: the car drivers of London
From: Disgruntled Commuter
Re: blogging material
I’m writing to request that, if you must keep trying to kill me, you do so in a more imaginative and entertaining way. Take yesterday, for example. One of your colleages pulled out into the bit of the road I was still cycling on just at the tricky point where I was having to simultaneously signal, brake and steer, causing me to have to concentrate suddenly on just the braking part or get squashed, and then had the cheek to wave me on impatiently as though I were holding her up. How many times has this happened? Dozens? Hundreds? How am I supposed to get a fresh and amusing blog entry out of that? It’s getting a trifle dull, not to mention betraying a complete lack of imagination on your part. Can’t you try and spice things up a little, if only for the sake of the readers? Wear an amusing hat. Get a personalised number plate. Swipe me with an opened door. I leave the details up to you – just vary the routine a little can’t you?
Either that, or you could stop trying to kill me altogether. Just a thought.