Round and round we go

Tonight’s driving encounter: on the way home from the gym, I drove up to a roundabout just in time to see a nippy little number zip round the roundabout at speed, to nab an empty parking bay. A little too fast, but otherwise unremarkable driving. Except for the fact the stupid bastard was driving the wrong way round the roundabout…

What this country needs is a mass aliyah of traffic policemen, preferably from Scotland!