Welcome break

July 25, 2012

You will doubtless be relieved to hear that Bankstone News will not be bothering your inbox next Friday, so to speak, as we are jetting south to represent the UK in the sarcastic plagiarism section of the 2012 Cultural Olympiad in London. Wish us luck! The competition is sure to be stiff.

In the meantime, perhaps you will be enjoying a short break yourself. If you are, and you happen to be driving on the Continent, don’t forget that (as previously reported in Bankstone News) French law now requires you to carry a breath test kit in your car at all times – and indeed that the French highways police now require anyone stopped on suspicion of drunk driving to count backwards from 20 to zero (in French), to name the 20 arrondissements of Paris in order (moving outwards in a clockwise spiral starting with Louvre), and finally to name the correct order in which to consume 20 regional cheeses selected at random from a database of 400.

Well worth swotting up before you leave – unless you fancy spending a night in “le slammer”!

Click on the image below for further information on how to pass the French drink drive test courtesy of YouTube.

July 25, 2012

Bankstone News has a little literary exercise for its readers this week. What does a rugby club have in common with an insurance company? See how many similarities you can think of and send them on a postcard to Bankstone News from the exotic holiday location of your choice. There’s no prize – but if you ever need to say a few words about an insurance company sponsoring a rugby club – and let’s face it who doesn’t at some point – you’ll be glad you’ve thought it all through in advance.

Need a few pointers? OK, how about: rugby clubs and insurance both have a strong commitment to fair play, decency and teamwork. Or… they both have a no-nonsense, hard drinking, masculine culture. Or they both appeal strongly to upwardly mobile lower middle class white-collar workers? No? Then how about: rugby clubs and insurance companies share a fondness for singing raucous songs about the saving of queens, the deflowering of virgins, pubic hair and masturbation?

OK, so Bankstone News doesn’t really know what it’s talking about. But you, Dear Reader, almost certainly do. So get those thoughts down on paper quick. Allianz Group Management Board Member and former Blondie drummer Clem Booth recently made his own attempt at this exercise when announcing a tie-up with the North London based Saracens club. Sadly the best he could come up with was “the club shares Allianz’s strong corporate social responsibility ethos.”

Quite what Saracens is getting out of the Allianz sponsorship deal – aside from a large wodge of cash and the privilege of hosting various grey-suited corporate sponsorship hospitality things – is unclear. But Allianz appears to hope the association will supply something of the sense of personality and identity it currently lacks.

So enthusiastic is CB about this latest sports-financial services partnership that he appears to be planning to move in with the club full time. There is “a strong emotional aspect” he said of the new links between his German employer and the so-called Sarries (yes, really). “For a non-tangible brand like Allianz,” he explained. “it quickly becomes the ‘home of the brand’ and a place of corporate pride for our employees.”

Not only is Allianz making itself at home at Saracens’ Copthall Stadium but it has also stuck up a bunch of signs re-naming it Allianz Park. Traditionalists may lament the passing of the old name – which commemorates the former meeting place of Hendon’s once prosperous and influential community of Egyptian Christians who had settled in the area after fleeing persecution by Mohammed Ali Pasha in the 1830s – but things being renamed by Germans is something we will all have to get used to in the years ahead.

Aside from the original Allianz Arena in Munich, we now also have the Allianz Stadium in Sydney and the newly rechristened Allianz Riviera stadium in Nice France, and Purley’s Allianz Playbarn. Saracens chairman Nigel Allianz (formerly Wray) pronounced himself delighted with the new partnership. “They give us money. We do as they say,” he did not, as far as Bankstone News is aware, at any point say. Nige also had a go at the ‘what links insurers and rugby clubs’ game, but didn’t get very far. “They are an organisation which shares our core values and principles,” he declared non-specifically.

“We are now starting to realise our commercial potential,” Nige went on to observe contendedly. “This deal represents a massive step forward for Saracens.” So that’s good.

But quite what the revered Coptic elder Fouad Shaffik who originally purchased the land on which the Allianz Park now stands from a local cider maker in the late 1840s would have thought is debatable. The sale of Copt Hall to the provocatively named Saracens nearly broke his heart and prompted local Copts to form the rival Crusaders club in retaliation.

Saracens, however, named according to their own publicity after “the famous desert warriors led by Saladin in the late 12th century who were renowned for their extreme mobility, and powers of endurance, which when allied to their bountiful enthusiasm, rendered them invincible” were indeed to prove more than a match for the Crusaders, who were forced to amalgamate with Saracens in 1878 and accept rebranding as simply Saracens.

A rump of recalcitrant Crusaders supporters attempted to resurrect the name a few years later but languished in relative obscurity for almost a century before enjoying a brief moment in the spotlight when their 1979 hit ‘Street Life’ topped the charts in the US, UK and – ironically – both Egypt and West Germany.

July 24, 2012

Analysts love talking about things like tipping points, paradigm shifts and perfect storms. Insurers this week provided a perfect opportunity to bring up the last of these as it emerged they have b*gger all chance of ever making any money in anything like the foreseeable future.

Ernst & Young warned somberly that a combination of “low interest rates, higher hedging costs, lower business volumes and the impact of Solvency II” mean insurers may as well give up and go home. Prices need to rise, warned E&Y bloke Carlos Astoria, or basically the game’s up. Which would be fine if punters had any money to spend on beefed-up premiums and insurers weren’t so keen to cut each other’s throats for the last few crumbs remaining.

What insurers need right now is a friendly helping hand from Government. Cracking down on the scandal of so-called access to justice was a good start. But what would really make a difference would be to give insurers a freer hand on telling potential customers that they have to buy insurance. Right now, however the powers that be seem to be doing anything but give insurers a break.

First there was all that fuss about so-called PPI miss-selling, now poor old Barbon Insurance (read Bankstone News’ sensational 2009 Barbon exposé here) have been forced to set aside £2.5 million to “compensate” customers of its subsidiary Hamlet for telling tenants they had to buy contents insurance. So what exactly is an insurance firm supposed to do if people won’t buy insurance of their own accord?!

If the coalition really wants to get behind British business, it needs to make more categories of insurance compulsory. It’s worked brilliantly in the motor market after all. Or, at least, it would have if so many young people weren’t deliberately cheating the system by opting out of vehicle ownership.

By declining to pay annual premiums of £2.5k (£5.5 if they live in Manchester or Merseyside) this feckless de-motorized generation are simply shirking their role in getting Britain back on its feet. The answer (David Cameron, please take note!) is obvious. Make driving, not just car insurance, compulsory and we’ll all be better off.

July 23, 2012

What would it take to prompt UK motorcycle specialists BLD to open a sixth nationwide motorcycle centre in the heart of the Midlands, Bankstone News readers have probably been wondering. The answer to this highly pertinent question arrived in Bankstone News’ inbox this week in the form of a press release announcing that “Strategic positioning and customer demand have prompted BLD Group to open their sixth nationwide motorcycle centre in the heart of the Midlands.” So now we know.

BLD report that their new 15,000 sq ft premises, located at Junction 2 off the M5, is “enormous” but amazingly was “just an empty shell a few months ago”. BLD staff have been forced to work night and day to transform it into “a state-of-the-art service and repair centre with a new sign that now lights up the night sky”, which will certainly brighten up the drab old Brum skyline, but could confuse the hell out of local wildlife and upset people like Patrick Moore.

CEO Jason Richards commented: “This centre will deliver immediate service improvements for our customers’ policyholders as well as operational efficiency for BLD. We will base a considerable amount of our fleet in Birmingham, predominantly for the important Midlands market.”

What level of excitement is this latest extension to BLD’s network of premises likely to elicit from bikers, you are probably wondering. Once again the press release has the answer: “At bike shows and via social media, bikers have been extremely excited and supportive of BLD’s new endeavour,” the press release notes.

And it’s not just bikers who are getting excited. BLD are becoming increasingly excited themselves. “It’s been exciting reading the tweets and Facebook messages from local bikers congratulating us on Birmingham and asking us for more details!” exclaims marketing manager, Valerie Tanswell, “We look forward to connecting with the active biker community in Birmingham and the wider Midlands area.”

So this really is fantastic news for active bikers in the important Midlands region. As the press release goes on to explain: “The newly opened centre will provide motorcyclists across the region with BLD’s full range of motorcycle services including MOTs, Servicing, Repairs, Tyres, Transportation and more. Altamura Concepts, part of BLD Group, have also expanded by opening a paint centre at the same location.”

After reading all this you are probably quite excited yourself. You probably have high expectations of this enormous building in an important region crammed with passionate talented people. Odds are, however, it’ll end up even better than you think! As the press release sums up: “With its enormous capacity, talented staff and an ongoing commitment to customer service, the Birmingham BLD motorcycle centre is set to exceed expectations!”

After all that excitement Bankstone News really does need a lie down.

BLD's enormous new building. Numbered to avoid confusion with any of the other five.

July 20, 2012

It’s a well known fact that a diagnosis of whiplash can earn you a tidy couple of £k. Hardly unreasonable then, that a trio of Sheffield GP practices have decided to start charging their NHS clients a modest fee of £21 for each diagnosis of this controversially non-existent cervical affliction.

Not only is the fee apparently legal (although it wouldn’t be if it was just 30p higher) it is massively more competitive than the (not strictly legal, at all) £250 charged per diagnosis by the Sheffiled GPs’ nearby competitor Wakefield-based Dr Muhammad Raheel Shaikh, according to reports in the Daily Mail earlier this year.

Bankstone News certainly knows where it will be going next time the bills pile up a bit and it can’t be arsed to get up off its arse and earn some arseing money for itself.

But might not self-righteous tittle-tattle and prurience merchants like the Daily Mail take a somewhat dim view of doctors charging for diagnosing potentially lucrative medical conditions in a not altogether self-evidently impartial manner?

It’s alright, the South Yorks Docs have come up with a sublimely ridiculous yet utterly watertight get-out clause – by claiming that charging twenty odd quid for a diagnosis that can net the diagnosee up to ten grand will deter would-be false claimants. It’s genius really.

Perhaps they could deter taking those who fancy taking a couple of weeks off with a fee of a tenner for anxiety, stress or depression – and maybe just a fiver for a couple of days with the flu. Deterring long-term disability claimants might require repeat diagnoses to reflect the seriousness/financial value of the condition.

They may yet find some patients asking for their whiplash money back, however. Craig Buzzword of the Motorised Accident Solicitors Society told Insurance Age this week that a GP’s diagnosis alone may not secure the desired pay-out. “When a person makes a claim, the court looks for a report from a non-treating expert,” the Craigster explained.

He went on, however, to deplore the actions of the minority of insurers who settle claims without seeking any medical evidence at all. “This must stop,” he decreed.

No doubt the fee-taking doctors would agree.

This is gonna cost ya, Punk!

July 20, 2012

Bankstone News readers have doubtless heard all they ever wish to hear about our Medieval Monkeys charity fundraising outing earlier this month. So here’s a bit more!

Firstly, you should know that some excellent photographic representations of the proceedings have been posted by BLD’s Alan Dunkerley on the facebook page of that organization, which you may review at your leisure simply by clicking here (unless by some bizarre oversight your employer has neglected to provide facebook browsing access at your place of work). On which topic, you may be interested to learn that a recent survey of 18-25 years olds carried out for a life insurance firm found that today’s young person considers having access to social media at work more important than a pension scheme.

Secondly, you should – if you have not already – donate immediately and munificently to the most excellent life-saving cause that is Yorkshire Air Ambulances (YAA). This you can easily do simply by scrolling down a bit to the left of this story and clicking on the ‘donate’ button on the JustGiving box you will see there.

Unless we reach the 100% mark on the MM2012 totaliser we will not have raised the £7,200 required to keep one rescue helicopter flying for one day and they’ll probably have to stop saving lives at tea time or something.

Please don’t let that happen!

July 20, 2012

There’s been a deal of carping of late about the rising tide of lethal carnage round Britain’s ramshackle road network. After years of falling death rates, some trouble makers now seem hell bent on making a big fuss about the odd extra RTA expiration here and there.

Some kind of tenuous link has even been suggested between slashing road safety investment, switching off Britain’s speed cameras, ending the ‘war on motorists’ etc. and the growing trail of human roadkill which saw 1,901 lives prematurely ended last year (up 3% on 2010). Nonsense all of it!

And, in any case, no right-minded person could seriously expect that the omelette of improved credit ratings for UK plc can be achieved without breaking the odd egg along the way. So let’s hear no more about it.

The one pertinent point to emerge from more recent sets of traffic casualty stats, however, is that two thirds of the current spate of deaths from motor vehicle misadventures (MVMs) occurred on rural as opposed to urban roads. Almost seven out of ten human road deaths took place in a rural setting in 2010 – half of these on country roads with the default extra-urban limit of 60mph.

The Telegraph – from whom Bankstone shamelessly lifted the less nonsensical elements of this story – reported this week that HMG is attempting to nudge local authorities in the direction of imposing 40mph speed restriction on some rural roads. The big problem here, of course, is cost. All those metal disks with numbers on cost a bloomin’ fortune to purchase and erect, and neither central nor local government have much stomach for it.

Whilst previous NewLab governments flirted with the wildly impractical idea of cutting the default out of town limit to 50mph, this new lot have hit on the eminently more sensible idea of making it “cheaper and easier” for local authorities to lower speed limits.

Under the DfT’s new proposals, The Telegraph explains, councils will be able to “designate quiet stretches of roads as 40mph zones” which will only “require one sign at the start of the zone and another when it ends.” This will surely prove irresistible to cash-strapped councils who are probably out already looking for quietly dangerous stretches of rural tarmac with no extra-signage-requiring side roads or whatever.

Although – hang on – Road Safeness Minister Mike Pennis says “40mph limits should be considered for sections of rural roads where there are many bends, junctions or accesses [sic] and speeds are already at 40mph or below.”

As logical and coherent as this guidance on forbidding people from driving any faster than they do already clearly is, some motoring groups apparently had trouble taking it in. Poor Stephen Glamster of the RACY Foundation commented confusedly: “I don’t have a feel for how this would work in rural areas without repeated signs.”

Bankstone News expects a hefty fine will give Mr Glamster “a feel” soon enough! Although, actually, that’s probably not very likely as the new speed restrictions are expected to be “largely self-enforcing”.

Basically, it’s just good to know that someone’s finally taken decisive action to stop people killing themselves and/or others by haring round Britain’s leafy lanes in cars they can’t quite handle.

July 19, 2012

Long long ago, back when vast herds of Teds still roamed the land, only people like David Cameron and George Osborne would have aspired to own a car. Now any oik can have one. The number of motor cars in Britain has jumped from around 3 million in the mid-50s to almost 30 million today. But has something perhaps been lost in the process?

Quite a few things, probably, but the one we’re here to talk about today is: front gardens. Once a familiar everyday term, “front garden” now has such an unfamiliar ring, it’s apt to be taken for a euphemism.

There was a time when every home would have its little patch of grass and flower beds out front. But rising car ownership soon meant every inch of every street was parked to saturation by 18:00 GMT. Something had to give. That something – as should be reasonably clear by now if you’ve been paying the slightest attention – was front gardens.

Since all those cars turned up, The RAC Foundation reckons, Britain has lost 7 million front gardens (half of those in the past two decades alone). That’s equivalent, The Daily Telegraph notes in reporting this story earlier this week, to 72 Olympic Parks – a unit of comparison which may not mean much to you now, but probably will in a week or two’s time.

“Unless we want to see more front gardens disappear,” insists the RAC’s Professor Philip Glennister, “councils need to address the matter.” Basically, what they need to do, he goes on to argue, is to provide lots more parking spaces. Whilst councils have “a legal obligation to keep traffic moving”, he laments, “there is no law that makes them provide adequate space for stationary cars, though we would regard the two as inextricably linked.”

Rather than providing alternative parking facilities, however, it seems cynical local councils are cynically profiting from the scarcity of on-street parking by cynically levying exhorbitant parking charges. One in ten Britons must now pay for the privilege of parking outside their own home, while “local authorities in London,” the Telegraph reports, “made a £180 million profit from parking in 2009-10. Those outside the capital made a further £310 million.”

One idea, Bankstone News supposes, might be to knock down one in three houses and re-purpose their footprint as a free or low-cost parking facility. This would allow people to carry on buying and parking more cars and might even permit the return of the good old British front garden. This would not only brighten the look Britain’s newly gap-toothed streets but could actually save the world!

Yes, that’s right, according to HMG’s senior climate change advisor Ray Krebbs, Britain today stands in imminent danger of being literally washed away next time it rains – because paved-over front gardens no longer retain moisture and could allow run-off flood waters to scour away the final vestiges of our rotten civilization – along, ironically enough, with all the cars whose advent brought about the FG’s tragic demise. Then those short-sighted councillors would be laughing one the other side of their stupid fat faces!

How Britain's front gardens could look if only councils would provide more parking places

July 13, 2012

Regular readers of Bankstone News will, like as not, have worked out for themselves by now that Bankstone supremo Dickon “Dicky Snoots” Tysoe fancies himself the reincarnation of much misunderstood monarch Richard III.

Any suspicions you may yourself have formed along these lines will only be confirmed upon reading the following open letter penned by the illustriously foreborne Mr T upon the topic of last weekend’s Medieval Monkeys charity fundraising epic. You may think the first bit sounds somehow familiar…

Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house
In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

So what if Shakespeare had my namesake talking about his brother taking the throne? He could just as well have been describing Medieval Monkeys. Richard III (real name Dickon – and by a spooky coincidence (or is it coincidence?!) born in Northamptonshire, where I was born) often stayed at Sheriff Hutton castle due to its convenient proximity to York during the period of his tenure as so-called Lord of the North (a title I must confess I have more than once heard used in reference to my good self of late).

Perhaps it is not surprising, then, that Sheriff Hutton became the centre piece of our fund raising activities this year – and that it was here we met the crew of one of the helicopters, which flew in specially to meet us.

The weekend started at Brighouse (whose connection to Richard III has yet to be established) as the monkey bike riders gathered and compared medieval garb. We had knights, ladies, jesters, an executioner, and some very fetching men at arms going for a slightly butcher Norfolk interpretation of the Robin Hood theme. We also had two monkeys (one riding and one strapped to the top box), a 7ft bear and three bucket shaking wenches (not as rude as it sounds).

One individual failed to arrive in costume and paid the forfeit by completing part of the route on Sunday dressed, Lady Godiva style, in the Bubbles DeVere suit bought in for the Ilkley Moor stop on the Monkey Moviestars famous film scenes re-enactment version of our annual monkeybike tour.

The route took us from Brighouse – via a fuel stop in Keighley – at which the leaking BLD Gorilla got swapped for one of the spare bikes – to the gates of Skipton Castle, where the wenches rattled their buckets up and down the High Street and we picked up the Knaresborough Town Crier. He came with an inordinate amount of baggage which included a PA system which enabled him to harangue the population at every stop and to entertain us with a selection of Christmas songs. Don’t ask. Never ask!

Leaving Skipton, the convoy headed out through Embsay and down to Barden Tower. One of the Bikesure monkeys lost its clutch en route, and was relegated to the BLD van until Whitby the following day where it was fixed. Initially believing we were the wedding party they had been expecting, the denizens of Barden Tower neglected to eject us immediately from the restaurant car park. What gave us away we will need know, but they eventually twigged and told us to hop it. Which we did as soon as the convoy had reformed.

Then it was on towards Appletreewick, through Pateley Bridge, and on to Ripley Castle, where, after a few minutes for photos outside the gates, we moved the convoy into the car park, where the ravening hordes fell upon the lunch made ready for us there by Lady Tysoe.  A very tall photographer called Jonathan Pow accosted our party and talked us into riding up and down the high street so he could get some shots he could send to the picture editors on the national newspapers. This had the regrettable side effect of confusing the hell out of everyone, randomly spinning off splinter groups at roundabouts either side of town, and utterly splitting the convoy.

Losing another Bikesure bike between Ripley and Knaresborough, we all managed to meet up again by the A1 and proceed in good order over the wooden toll bridge at Linton to Sheriff Hutton. With so many bikes succumbing to mechanical failure, we were running out of car seats for bike less riders. So we enlisted the aid of Lady Tysoe who ferried Bbkeless Bikesure Dan and his gear on to Sheriff Hutton castle.

There, Yorkshire Air Ambulance (YAA) fund raisers had set up a stall, and the owners of the castle had invited the villagers to come into the castle and meet them. The air ambulance then flew in and we all got a chance to pose for photos with it, and to chat to the stars of the Helicopter Heroes TV programme, including pilot Tim and Tony the paramedic. They do a fantastic job, and we were incredibly lucky that they were not called out to rescue someone and were able to come and meet us. They then took off and, after hovering to wave and for us to take pictures, they flew off into the hazy distance.

We reformed the convoy and set off to Kirkham Priory. Pausing there for photos we were surprised to be joined again by Lady T again who had raced to catch the convoy in order to reunite Dan with his riding gear and overnight bag which he had left in her car.

The next stage saw us ride back over the A64, up to Malton and along the very picturesque Dalby Forest toll road. Our last pause was for a comfort stop at the visitor centre before burning off to our overnight stop in Scarborough.

Thus far we had enjoyed great weather. However this was soon to change. We woke up on Sunday to a heavy sea mist and rain. We set off to Whitby Abbey, where mechanically minded monkey wranglers fettled the machines, cannibalising the non-runners for parts to get the maximum number running as the rain had stopped and everyone wanted to ride. Dan was back on a bike, but sadly he didn’t stay on it long, falling victim to the copious amounts of gravel washed into the road by the heavy rain, and taking a tumble before we went through Grosmont. Phil Wilding and his team hurried him to hospital while we continued in subdued mood, getting periodic progress reports and eventually meeting up with them at our final stop in Knaresborough. Dan had broken and dislocated a finger and has since had an operation. We all wish him a very speedy recovery.

We went over the North Yorks Railway at Grosmont before detouring from our original route when we saw the ford we were planning to cross was 2ft under water and then climbed into thick mist for an eerie, wet and quiet run over the moor.

The next stop was Rosedale Abbey for possibly the least impressive abbey ruins you will ever see. Google it if you don’t believe me! The stop was chosen more for its proximity to the famous Rosedale Chimney Bank which allegedly is the steepest motorable road in the UK. Lots of roads are posted as 1 in 3 (we went up and down several of them this weekend) however this is the sole genuine example. Once up the Chimney (resorting to 1st gear) it was over the moors again to Hutton Le Hole and down to Helmsley, where the Steam Traction Engine Rally ensured we could not park for bucket shaking, so raced off to Rievaulx for our long-anticipated lunch stop.

Rievaulx Abbey is a very impressive ruin but no-one in our group seemed to notice, having eyes only for the back of Tim’s car he and Allan had laid out a sumptuous feast. Who would have expected roast beef, Yorkshire pudding and piping hot gravy?  Uncomfortably full, we were soon off again past the gliding club at Sutton Bank, waving to the white horse of Yorkshire and on to Knaresborough, where – once Ian had performed his valedictory parade in the Bernie the Bear suit, the girls performed a final act of bucket shaking, and everyone said hello to a bandage and drug suffused Dan – the Harrogate and NE based parts of our convoy – along with the Town Cryer – said their goodbyes.

It was getting late so, eschewing the delights of the back roads, we took A Roads all the way back to Brighouse, passing under Leeds Bradford airport, home of the air ambulance we were raising money for.

It was a heck of a trip.  Thank you to everyone who was involved in any way.  Please encourage everyone you know to donate to make the pain seem worthwhile!

Here is to next year – keep the 29th and 30th June free in your diary if you would like to take part.

July 13, 2012

We all know the miserable weather we’ve all been having lately is a total pain in the arse – but did you know it can also be bad for your car? Regular readers will recall how Bankstone News reported that many motor vehicles, public houses and exotic pets were destroyed by ice cubes the size of bowling balls during a freak storm in Britain’s least interesting county Leicestershire recently. Well, it turns out this was merely the tip of a foul weather iceberg that could yet spell doom for motorists across the UK.

Alcoholics Anonymous this week suggested that the fourteen days and fourteen nights immediately consequent to 28 June – what insurers like to call a fortnight – will turn out to have seen motor insurance claims totaling £35,000, or very possibly a bit more than that – for all AA know. This will have involved, they hypothesise, no fewer than 14,000 cars being severely damaged or written off… by weather!

Dougie Simons of AA said his own people had personally dealt with 400 claims for cars damaged by hail, flooding and a mysterious “spike” sighted by AA staff at lunchtime on 28 June. Curiously the spike struck at exactly the same time the bowling-ball-ice-cubes were rampaging across Leicestershire.

In the old days a couple of minutes under the hand drier would normally sort you out, but today if weather goes anywhere near the inside of your car, it’ll only be fit for the salvage yard, Doug revealed. He went on to note that submersion in water will mess up your brakes and engine beyond repair and that if you get water up your intake your number is basically up.

So, yes, bad weather is no joke. Probably best leave the car in the garage and stay at home until summer arrives. Your employer is almost certain to be sympathetic – they probably won’t be risking it either, plus it’s the Olympics on telly soon – but it might be a good idea to make a quick call just to let them know.

Some idiot in a Peugeot

Some idiot in a Peugeot

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