Out for a spin

So, I was sitting in a five mile tailback on the M25 , purely for my own amusement you understand.
I was reflecting on the way increased fuel duty had helped to discourage the other pleasure seekers around me from their regular jaunts to and from local beauty spots.
Just imagine how much longer that tailback could have been , had the government not increased the fuel tax. It would be unbearable.
Now , with road pricing looming, things can only get better...............?

Chauffeur driven Ministerial limousines will be able to sweep through the empty streets of the capital, passing long bus queues.
Travel times will be halved. All the frivolous road blocking workers convinced at last , to stop jamming up the roads with their borderline MOT failing rust buckets.

And all for a meagre £52 per week , and 2 hours daily lurching in overcrowded unsafe cattle cars, standing around on draughty ill equipped staffless stations, waiting for trains that may or may not roll up if there happens to be a bloody squirrel on the line.

And, tubes with agressive beggars and unfriendly mad shouty people swigging from "Special Brew" cans . Insane buskers playing combs and bog roll.
Until finally ,emerging from the depths of pickpocket paradise, in time to see ...
Tessa (Lucky for some) Jowell streaking past in a 3 litre bombproof German wagon en route to snip a ribbon on a new inner city regenerating Casino.