Sunday Parking Protests
There seems to be a lot of protests about charging for parking in Westminster on Sundays.
Why not? After all quite a few UK cities charge.
Anyway, one of the reasons people buy a car seems to be so that they can moan about fuel prices, parking charges, Congestion Charges, insurance and tax. I don’t have to worry about any of these things now!
According to the AA, if I had a £20,000 diesel car doing 10,000 miles a year that would cost me £6081 or thereabouts. In addition, if I invested the money on Zopa at six percent, that would give me another £1200. That gives me £140 a week to spend on black cabs and trains to take me outside of London.
Taxis In The Rain
it is raining hard tonight. But one of the advantages is that I live near the old 641 trolley bus route and taxi drivers still use it as the cut back to the City and Liverpool Street station, as the road is wide. So despite the rain, a guest who was going to a function in the City tonight had no difficulty getting a black cab.
But it’s raining so hard, that I’ve got a slight leak in my glass roof! At least I brought a bucket with me to London.
Always Listen to the Taxi Drivers
Taxi drivers are usually those who know most about what is going on, although it does often come over with a certain slant.
So should we take too seriously, an interview I heard on the BBC, where a reporter talked to taxi drivers in Bradford? To a man, they said the United States was the terrorist.
Greek Taxis
I’ve had a couple of dodgy bills today, which were on the high side.
But one actually charged me correctly and refused a tip. Is this a record?
Traffic Chaos at the Angel
I said on Saturday that I got very wet in the chaos at Highbury Corner due to road works disrupting the buses.
Today I went shopping at Waitrose at the Angel and getting there on a 38 bus from my previous call in Clerkenwell, I was held up by traffic jams caused by the extensive road works all over the area.
Afterwards, as I’d got a lot to bring home, I decided to take a taxi. the lady driver had to go all through the backstreets to get me home. Someone had told her, that Islington still has money to spend from the 2010-11 budget and are doing as much work as is possible before the deadline.
I certainly will be avoiding the Angel for the next week or so, unless I can do it on foot or by the Underground.
It’s funny, but in all my years, I’ve never hailed a black cab driven by a lady.
If this is true, it sounds like their project management skills are in line with the Cambridge Busway and the Edinburgh Tram.
After the Match
It was in some ways a disappointing draw for Ipswich, as they dominated for long periods and should have scored two before they actually did.
But we did have the pleasure of seeing the odious Marlon King sent off for a tackle well up with the sort of behaviour that got him doing time in prison.
I had been assured by one of the stewards that there would be buses from Tesco’s after the match.
Wrong! Especially, as he’d checked on the radio.
So it was a taxi to the city centre, which cost me as much as my lunch and about the same as a one-way ticket to or from London. Still the vehicle was clean and the driver was pleasant enough.
I do find it rather sad, that in some of these cities, like Coventry and Middlesbrough, it seems that the limit of ambition of many Asian youth is to own their own taxis and consequently, these cities seem to have thousands of taxis, completely non-functioning bus systems and no decent walking and cycling routes.
Perhaps though, it is not the limit of their ambition, but surely there are other worthwhile professions they could enter.
Or is it down to that belief typical of many young men and probably me at 20, that you aren’t anybody unless you have your own car.
Only now, when driving is off-limits to me, do I realise that there is something better. Certainly in London, I am more mobile now on the buses after a stroke, than I was in my twenties, when I had a car and all the attendant costs and problems like finding a place to park.
Why I Love John Lewis!
This may be a personal view, but then John Lewis is one of Britain’s most respected brands.
I went to Oxford Street today for two reasons; to have lunch in Carluccio’s and buy some storage and other goods for my house.
I arrived about two thirty and made for the television department, as I wanted a double swivel wall bracket for my lrge-screen television. Some have said that I should have a bigger one, but then I think 32 inches is big enough for me, especially as my eyesight isn’t perfect. But I do want to be able to view it either from my kitchen and both ends of my living space at various times. So I was sold a bracket, that would do all the swivelling, but would also take a larger screen if I decided to upgrade. So that probably saved me the cost of a second bracket, which is about £100.
I then bought some underbed storage boxes, a dual-compartment waste bin and a vegetable rack on wheels in the basement. Three people offered to carry them for me to the till and eventually after I’d paid for them, one even took the storage boxes to the customer collection department, where after a few minutes I was united with the rubbish bin.
But that wasn’t the end of it, as not even a Chinese pole juggler could have carried all of my parcels, even taking account of the fact that the TV bracket was in my backpack. So the guy behind the desk in Customer Collection came out and carried one parcel to the taxi rank at the back of the shop.
The taxi home did cost me £25, but it was the rush hour and the driver got out of the cab and helped me get the parcels into the house.
Isn’t John Lewis and London wonderful?
Am I Bothered?
Look at this picture of a Congestion Charge sign.
Congestion Charge Sign
And this parking ticket machine.
Parking Ticket Machine
But then look at this picture of the traffic as I approached the West End on one of the few means of transport still available to me, my feet.
Traffic in the West End
So am I bothered? Not in the least, as I can still walk, use buses, the Underground and other trains and where it is more convenient or a cost saving, I can even use a black cab!
Why Not Share Taxis?
With a few notable exceptions, I’m not a lover of taxis. If I get a taxi from Cambridge to where I live I’ve been charged nearly £50. But how many times has someone else been doing a similar journey and a share would have been much better?
So I was pleased to see that at Milton Keynes a company call TaxiShareUK is starting such a service.
I hope it works!
The Sting in the Tail
There always is, isn’t there!
I’d decided that the best way to get home from the hospital, would be to take a bus to Haverhill and then take a taxi.
As I left the hospital the 13 bus was there, so I ran to get on it. I may have had a stroke, but I can still run ande walk a few hundred metres or so.
I assumed that the bus would go straight to Haverhill Bus Station, as the previous one had done a couple of weeks ago. But this one did an unguided tour of all the delightful estates and I ended up being dumped in a place I did not recognise. It hadn’t helped that because of the rain I couldn’t see out of the bus in the dark.
So it was a long walk to the Bus Station and then I couldn’t get a taxi without half-an-hour’s wait.
So something that should have been easy, made me late!
I get more fed up with the countryside every day.
The Anonymous Widower 