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Another bleeding traffic violation. I hate driving. I used to love it but now I hate it. Apparently I didn't observe a 'No Entry' sign. The sign was however timed and should have finished at 7pm. I got photographed at 19:52. I'll have to check on the sign, no doubt they've changed the times and now the 'No Entry' sign will read differently.
Bugger.
The bastards do you every which way. 
Driving in London. So wonderful.
I might  find it cheaper to take cabs everywhere, excepting I'm too poor to afford such luxuries.

Erk!

There is something profoundly irritating in being out-argued; or even argued to a standstill: especially in something about which one has fairly firm convictions. On another page a person took me task over my championing of (of all things, dammit) Received Pronunciation. Now those of you who know me will understand that:-
i) I pick my arguments. I tend to want to be pretty sure of myself before becoming engaged.
ii) I do my research.
iii) I have a reasonable vocabulary, and an eye for incisiveness.

Well, all I can say is when the subject is pretty close to the heart all the normal understanding of logic and rhetoric seems to leave the brain, or at least it did with me.

I must be getting old, m'dears, I must be getting old.

Still, I have befriended the lass (for woe is me, by her handle I would guess she was born in '84) though probably only to her irritation.

I still feel, even though she at least drew the argument, she is wrong. But there you go: hats off to wight1984.