Bitching

Well I just drove 45 miles (because I live in the sticks) only to find that the cinema I went to was already full for Bruce Almighty. Next time I’ll call in advance. On my way back I had one of those experiences that is just so endemic to rural England. I was meandering my way back on some country lane at a pretty respectable 60 mph (you need to see what English lanes are like to appreciate them) when I come around a blind corner (bear in mind 60mph is about 98 km/h) to find a great big SUPERSIZE tractor 20 meters in front of me, lumbering along at about 5 mph with it’s hedge trimming arm out. I practically stood on the brakes to stop in time. The funny thing is that I would expect that kind of thing to occur in South Africa (don’t get me wrong, I’m a patriot through and through) but after living in England for almost a year now I expect there to be some kind of warning sign placed down so that I’m aware of the slow moving vehicle in front of me.

Jeez. Talk about bitching.