Getting off the road

No more car. Thank God. It's for the best.

I'm a competant driver, more nervous than the average bloke-loon type behind the wheel of a Mazda with the stereo on perhaps, but either way it's not for me. Keeping calm is getting too tough. These other people on the road have the potential to kill me. Or at least get in my way. They should be removed to let me travel in peace.

But whilst this doesn't happen I'm stuck with public transport. This can be a nightmare too. A study once showed that only 10% of London bus drivers actually care for their lives, let alone the 80 or so people hangin on in the back. I don't like working with these odds if I can help it. But with no car I can't help it. The tube is good. Except it doesn't go south enough. I'm no longer scared of bombs, my bag is too heavy to be picky about sitting in certain places anymore. And I normally fall asleep anyway.

The only other option is Taxi. I've been cavalier with those recently and woke up this morning thinking "what was I thinking?" Too much thinking for a start. But the taxi's will have to stop.

I'm walking home tonight.