
Regularly I drive to work. I like driving. I have a fast car. I strive to be hated by all tree hugging lefty tosspots. And March always pisses me off.
Because of the asinine way public sector budgeting works – ‘use it or lose it’ as well as ‘unused budget this year means smaller budget next year’ – March is always the season of utterly pointless road works.
Today, I drove through four sets of ridiculous road works, one where there simply never is a traffic problem but I guess in order to use up the budget some bright spark in the local council’s highways department – most likely now called a trendy NuLab name like ‘streets and spaces’ or some other crap – they have created a mini roundabout…for no fucking reason.
In my 20s I was an army officer, and I recall one March watching a 1.5 acre drill square being tarmaced just so the budget would be used up.
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