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Little things first..
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Take a stroll with us through the little sideroads of haulage, the diversions and detours, the quirky, the quixotic and the downright strange...
There's not a day that goes by when we don't thank our lucky stars for the things that bring joy to our otherwise pitiful lives. Things like the sunrise across the mist shrouded downs: the delicate poetry of birdsong; and a four-pack of Kestrel Super down the precinct. Were anyone to try and take these things away from us we would fight tooth and nail to keep hold of them (and God knows our chipped teeth and swollen knuckle reveal that all too often we do just that, especially when the Kestrel is involved).
People will always fight for different things and, in a link to the transport world that's in no way contrived, it's refreshing to see that one man in Weston-Super-Mare won't quit fighting despite the odds stacked against him. The man in question is Alec Hayden, boss of Trans-Consult. In his quest for justice for his transport managers and the industry he's been knocked back more times than a fat man at a disco, but that hasn't stopped Alec from battling — and this time he's brought in the United Nations.
Well, almost. He invited top weapons sleuth Dr Hans Blix to a Trans-Consult seminar on terrorism and transport, but it remains to be seen if the good doctor will attend, or whether he'll be washing his hair that night. (But Alec, old chum, starting your press releases with sentences like: "For some reason Trans-Consult does not seem to be getting an equal opportunity to state its case and the readership are not being informed of very important factors from an un-bias (sic) point o view," is a good way to have them ignored. Just a thought).
Lovers of the environment as we are, we passionately encourage activities like recycling (if only so we can clear the empty bottles from our bedsit). So big applause to firms like SCA Recycling, for example, who do so much to help return paper back to the production chain. However, we'll assume that whatever it was that your driver tossed out of his cab window on the M1 north the other week wasn't able to be turned back into something useful.
Lastly, spotted scrawled into the dirt on the back of an NR Evans truck was the phrase: "Never forget your Welsh." Which begs the question: "Your Welsh what?"