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BIRD'S EYE VIEW
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BY THE HAWK
It had been sponsored by Capital Radio and driven for seven days and nights by a willing band of volunteers from the Civil Service Motoring Association.
Listeners had been invited to phone in with their guess of daily distances covered, with the co-sponsors Continental Airlines offering free flights for corresponding distances.
It sounds like a lot of fun and probably raised a lot of smiles along the way.
We are all for something that can inject a little humour into our lives but is the M25 the place for such a lark. I think not!
It simply attracts the gawpers who can quickly cause unneccessary tailbacks and cost a lot of fuel and valuable time.
U Top security is given to top politicians, especially when they are on the move. When Ronnie Reagan, Margaret Thatcher, Hurd, Lawson, Botha, Lord Lucan and many other top people recently travelled to the Isle of Dogs, no security other than that provided by the transport company was on offer. Vanguard Commercial Removals was perfectly confident that the operation involving the move of the entire Spitting Image workshop and staff to the new Poplar Business Park would go smoothly. As it happens, there were no ambush attacks, attempted kidnaps or untoward behaviour from any quarter, which is really quite surprising. I would have thought the Spitting Image puppets were much more valuable than the real thing.
• Let it never be said that those involved in the road transport industry are an artless crowd. Trimoco Vehicle Leasing driver, Stephen Butler, an artist, recently exhibited 40 paintings atthe Luton Museum and.Art Gallery. Butler's initial problem was how to get the pictures to the gallery. Enter Dunstablebased Trimoco Truck and Van Rental with one free Ford Transit.
Originally from Nottingham, his travels have taken him to Venice, Moscow and China in pursuit of an artistic career. He has found the time to write two books of surrealist poetry and prose entitled The Architect (sic) and ZonoChimiques. "My current aim is to obtain a place on the MA degree course in fine art at Trent Polytechnic and I am presently awaiting a decision from them on my application," he says. Butler is, therefore, quite typical of most van drivers.
A ticket to the opera for any more true stories involving "vantastic van drivers".
• I am staggered that, so far, it seems no environmental group has sprung to the defence of the Greater LeadBreathing Surrey Puffball. To my knowledge, there is only one notable colony of this elegant fungus, on the central reservation of the M25 between Junctions 11 and 13. Seemingly oblivious to the thunder of passing DTp excuses, thousands have flourished in the past two years.
Now this field of giant white spheres, which has delighted my eyes on those peaceful, dreamy summer afternoons as the HawItmobile sat stationary in yet another jam, is disappearing under the muchneeded extra lanes of motorway. Even the red cones which have replaced it on a temporary basis will soon (I jest, alas) be gone. I hope someone has saved at least a pair, to breed on another peaceful building site. . .
• Surely this is not a picture of Sir James Duncan winning an award again? No, he is giving one away to Lionel Cashin of Mars Bars for his chewy Tracker cereal bar.
The connection between the affable Sir James, head of the haulage industry's giant Transport Development Group conglomerate, and a sweetie bar boss is not immediately obvious. In fact the TDG Harris Distribution operation was sponsoring an award at Super Marketing magazine's annual bean feast, along with several other TDG companies.
Apparently, as soon as the Mars people heard they had won, they asked the TDG men at the dinner if they could give a Tracker bar to every distinguished guest at the Park Lane dinner. Harris obliged, within two hours. A piece of super marketing, eh? He's a canny lad that Sir James Duncan.