I spend a lot of time on this blog railing against one perceived grievance or another. Most of it is purely for comedic value. Whilst I often claim to be ‘shaking with rage’, I very rarely am. Until last night that is.
Living where we do, we have experienced major disruption at the hands of the new Tram Network. Not being able to park your car in your street may sound trivial. Build that up over a period of 9 months though. Then add the fact that the having the car outside the house is critical for us with a small child and add the further fact that the guys undertaking the work for the trams arrive on site at 6am every morning and have a shouted conversation the length of the street then you can probably see how the annoyance builds up.
Imagine my rage then when I stumbled round the corner from Lidl last night to see a fully constructed, replica tram at the top of my street full of ‘dignitaries’ quaffing champagne and patting themselves on the back for a sterling job well done. That’s champagne. Not tram pain. Tram pain is for those of us who have to live with the consequences of their decisions.
- Cheers lads. Mine’s a pint of Best.
- Oh, sorry Mr Palmer. I’m afraid you are not invited. Your name’s not down so you’re not getting in.
I’m starting to feel this is becoming the tram blog so I’ll hastily change the subject.
Chimpanzees on Segways.
on Apr 28th, 2009 at 3:24 pm
Is chimpanzees on segways your suggested alternative to the trams? Because if so, that is pure genius and I am totally with you.
on Apr 29th, 2009 at 3:03 pm
When watching this, a fealing of queezines developed, hastening into biliousness, followed by unparalleled nausea.
I hate chimps in clothes. I loathe chimps on Segways.