Ok, leave your prejudices behind and ponder this situation.
You've just plunged 400 feet down the side of a very steep escarpment via a country lane that you turned onto some 5 miles back to come face to face with a sign announcing that the road is closed.
To reach your destination, the only alternative route is to turn around and go back up that hill. Not an option since I'm knackered, it's getting dark and my fella is waiting for his noshi.
So, you pedal onwards hoping that either it's one of those spurious road closed signs that one often encounters or that you and your cycle can squeeze past the works.
Normally one of the two outcomes does indeed come to pass but not this time. My way was blocked by a jobsworth workman from hell. There was no way he was going to let me past.
I needed a hard hat and hi viz jacket apparently and my cycling helmet and one piece yellow number didn't cut the mustard.
I was absolutely apoplectic and got home to find my other half had gone up the Toby Carvery.
You see, people say Nazi Germany could never happen here. I beg to differ- that works foreman would have been at the front of the queue to apply the electrodes to dissenters' genitals. And I'm guessing there's a few of you who'd agree with him and I dare say you'd also be marching round in brown shirts in a parallel universe.
As an aside, why are there so many roadworks at this time of year? Are councils really doing it to use up their budgets or is that just a myth?
You've just plunged 400 feet down the side of a very steep escarpment via a country lane that you turned onto some 5 miles back to come face to face with a sign announcing that the road is closed.
To reach your destination, the only alternative route is to turn around and go back up that hill. Not an option since I'm knackered, it's getting dark and my fella is waiting for his noshi.
So, you pedal onwards hoping that either it's one of those spurious road closed signs that one often encounters or that you and your cycle can squeeze past the works.
Normally one of the two outcomes does indeed come to pass but not this time. My way was blocked by a jobsworth workman from hell. There was no way he was going to let me past.
I needed a hard hat and hi viz jacket apparently and my cycling helmet and one piece yellow number didn't cut the mustard.
I was absolutely apoplectic and got home to find my other half had gone up the Toby Carvery.
You see, people say Nazi Germany could never happen here. I beg to differ- that works foreman would have been at the front of the queue to apply the electrodes to dissenters' genitals. And I'm guessing there's a few of you who'd agree with him and I dare say you'd also be marching round in brown shirts in a parallel universe.
As an aside, why are there so many roadworks at this time of year? Are councils really doing it to use up their budgets or is that just a myth?
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