tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988897878875491148.post5445355090859718499..comments2023-11-03T14:30:45.289+01:00Comments on Red, White and Bleu: Road rageParisgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06541058433269818013noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988897878875491148.post-28471652374333774222008-07-15T02:41:00.000+02:002008-07-15T02:41:00.000+02:00Dumdad, I know exactly how you feel. It provokes a...Dumdad, I know exactly how you feel. It provokes a wish to do something very unpleasant and extreme.<BR/>Maggie May, oh but it is. At least people in the UK fear there might be PC Plod around the corner and he might do something about it, even if he isn't and he doesn't. It makes a big difference.<BR/>Thanks Ian, I'm looking forward to hearing about the Yarmouth Mercury.<BR/>Marianne, turn right, turn left, they completely ignore green men crossings...I do a long detour to La Fille's nursery to avoid such crossings.<BR/>Thanks all.Parisgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06541058433269818013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988897878875491148.post-84610889847676380042008-07-14T23:44:00.000+02:002008-07-14T23:44:00.000+02:00OMG! That does sound unusually bad, even for Paris...OMG! That does sound unusually bad, even for Paris. Or maybe I'm just a bit spaced out when I'm wandering around. I do have the urge to curse and scream when they turn right over the zebra crossing when it's clearly a green man though- terrifying with a baby in a pushchair.Mariannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07332103975829934996noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988897878875491148.post-27297511656363610992008-07-13T00:03:00.000+02:002008-07-13T00:03:00.000+02:00I love this and attitudinally I feel like I am loo...I love this and attitudinally I feel like I am looking into the mirror. And then, of course, there will be the ubiquitous Gallic shrug.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for coming to my blog and please come back again, as i shall come here again. Oh, and I will write a piece about the Yarmouth Mercury.Ian Lidsterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14106994463366766471noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988897878875491148.post-13583120319820475682008-07-11T21:55:00.000+02:002008-07-11T21:55:00.000+02:00Oh dear.......... its not much different here, rea...Oh dear.......... its not much different here, really.Maggie Mayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06183886005936250976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1988897878875491148.post-7515663274181620202008-07-11T18:28:00.000+02:002008-07-11T18:28:00.000+02:00I still can't get over it either. Every day there'...I still can't get over it either. Every day there's some pillock or pillockess putting life and limb at risk.<BR/><BR/>It's like Death Race 2000. I cycle and I drive. I let people cross at crossings, I stop to let cars go past etc. It is rare that I get any thanks.<BR/><BR/>And most drivers don't indicate, just abruptly turn left or right. The kids are just as bad. I was driving down a one-way street recently and three kids on bikes were cycling up it. Did they stop when they saw a car or move to the side? Did they feck. They continued riding towards me and squeezed past my left-hand side; I'd slowed virtually to a stop.<BR/><BR/>If I'd had a gun and no scruples I'd have happily shot them dead. That'd teach 'em.Dumdadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00070838905120958459noreply@blogger.com