I like the auld wireless I do. The telly is too much of a distraction. Watch and listen at the same time! No way. That’s like trying to have a conversation with a woman.
Ah, the wireless. Now that’s a different story. You can let it blabber away there in the background and you only have to pay attention when you overhear something interesting.
This morning was one of those times when I did pay attention. In fact I even engaged in rapport. If screaming at a radio can be called rapport.
It was the Ian Dempsey Show on Today FM and it being morning drive-time, texts were coming in hot and heavy about a traffic jam in Ballybunion, a chicken crossing the road near Emo, a red Mitsi with its fog-lights on etc.
Then some tool of a trucker asked if it was legal to drive on the hard-shoulder. Mary said no. John said yes. Pat said yes, but only if …
And this is when the screams began. What sort of plonkers are on our roads? Has it gotten to the stage where the law of the land is only a guide and we are all free to interpret it a) as we see fit, b) to suit our needs or c) as we vaguely remember it from our reading of the rules of the road decades ago?
A dog is not just for Christmas. But learning the rules for driving is just for the day of your driving test.







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