October 16th, 2004

lego me


I had a rather strange conversation with a taxi driver on the way home just now. He'd driven right past the forward cycle box on Silver Street (at the junction with Queens' Road), so I carefully edged my way over to his front passenger window and engaged him in conversation.

Me: There's a stop line there, and a cycle box.
Driver: That doesn't matter.
Me: Yes it does, you should read the Highway Code.
Driver: I have done.
Me: Well you should read it again.
Driver looks at me obstinately, and then drives off (the light having gone green some time back).

Unfortunately neither of my companions got the license plate or taxi plate number.