A sign of just how out of touch the poor old CBI is getting these days is their call this weekend for 'radical' chnges to the daily commute for to alleviate rush hour congestion. Their radical solution is to stagger commuting times. Round our way, for the past couple of decades, the morning rush hour has stretched from about 6am to 10am and the evening one from 3.30pm to 8pm. And with scarce any effect on traffic congestion.
"The CBI would like to see the policymakers put the same amount of energy and vision into roads as they are doing on high-speed rail."
In that case the nation would be fucked. There'd be one motorway in Kent and the rest of the country would be served by B-roads that were laid out in the 1880s and re-metalled once every forty years.
Those that hadn't been grubbed up by Doctor Beeching, that is.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Transports of delight
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i don't understand how things happen when it comes to issues of transportation, sugar (of course, i do know why, but it begs the question why don't the politicos). seems we have the same sort of problems here in the states and i swear, i could just spit! we have the capability to really move people economically, but no one wants to be the first to say just do it! or did i just go off on a rant, sugar, unrelated to y'alls post? xoxox
Come to Romania, Kevin, we can show you how a railway ought to be run. High-speed rail? High-speed snail!
Very well nailed, Kev!
I'm impressed by the person round your way who goes to work at 10 and leaves at 3-30. Whoever it is has a well ordered life.
I'd like to see them try and commute my staggering times
Travel by barge - that's what I do.
Or donkey!
Given that I have an inkling of just what that energy by policy makers might be, then I suspect that we'd need two cups of tea to get ourselves going.
savannah: rant away, dearie!
Gadjo: surely Britain is still a world leader in something?
Gaw: thank you sir
Inky: I envy the bugger. I'm on the 8am while 9pm roster
worm: danerous talk my lad!
Lulu: we can't all work in the metrollopis
Madame DeF: or amyl nitrate...
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