Dom's Rambles

Would you fucking believe it, twenty four years with a totally unblemished driving license until this morning. I take a fucking shortcut around the Cathedral and the cops (although ‘paramilitary traffic wardens’ would better describe their contemporary role) appear out of nowhere, pull me over and write me up for driving in the fucking bus lane. A sixty quid fine and three bastarding points – not to mention the ignominy of being breathalysed in full view of the rush hour commuters!
I’ve a good mind to write to Jeremy Clarkson about this.