Who gives two hoots? I do!

Unlike so many drivers, my personality does not transmogrify the moment I get behind the wheel of my car. I'm an intolerant and contemptuous old sod wherever I am.
But I'm working on it.
And so it was that I found myself driving to Broughty Ferry for my mandatory morning coffee when - suddenly and without warning - the car I was following took a sharp right turn.
It was at that point that I blasted my blasted horn.
I was not able to register the complexion on the face of the poor young girl who was the target of my two-note concerto because, in the short time it took for her to turn around, all colour had drained away.
But I would like you to understand that I was acting as a good citizen and a thoughtful road user.
You see, by tooting, it might just be possible that this particular offender reproaches herself on how she approaches junctions in the future. She could save a life. Maybe even her own.
And it was all down to me.
So come on, all those in favour of big hooters, let's all have a peep.

Unfortunate acronyms. No. 4. Bionic Man.

Believe It Or Not I'm Cowardly.

Is Evel Knievel's son the lesser of two evels?

Monsoon season

Could we be returning to the ark ages?
No? Ah.
Just a thought.

Miss Nomer?

If Essex Girl were to have a lisp, would she regard herself as Ethics Girl?

"This vehicle makes frequent stops."

It's the last time I buy a piece of British junk.