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Senior IC makes it his job to deliver efficient Olympics transportation
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THE SENIOR TRAFFIC Commissioner says a key part of his job over the next three years will be to ensure goods are smoothly transported to and from London Olympic sites by commercial vehicles.
Philip Brown is set to meet representatives from the Olympic Delivery Authority (ODA) next month to discuss in detail the transport strategy to support the London Olympics. He says: "As regulators, Traffic Commissioners have a real opportunity to get involved in this process and help make sure movements are carried out efficiently and safely by reputable operators': Bob Dempsey, operations manager of the London Construction Consolidation Centre. based in Silverton. east London, says: "The Games have to be built on time: there is no option."
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I'll happily admit that If I had my way, I'd never do another night out as long as I live. It's the size and cost of my family that forces me away down the road for yet another week.
I choose to do work that pretty much guarantees me four nights out a week, but that's not out of any desire to be as far from my offspring as possible, It's more about being able to accept that I'm away and that's the end of it, instead of spending every day hoping to get home and every right dreading leaving again in case I don't get back. I've always done it. When I was Southampton-based, I chose to run out of Felixstowe and Hull. When I transferred up to Hull in the name of my roots. I promptly started running Southampton and the Grain all over again. Friends tell me I spend so much time at Tilbury that I should just give up and move down there, but they fail to understand I'd then be fighting to come back to Tees every week. Driving past the house every day and not being able to go home doesn't work.
I like keeping my home life and my work life in different parts of the country, because it allows me to emotionally separate the two, and give my job the attention it needs. I'm vastly more likely to screw up on a Friday, because in my head I'm already walking through the door and being ambushed by the dog.
That said, there are things I'd miss intensely. Watching the sun come up through the eerie autumn mist of the Fens; seeing the beauty hidden in the lights of a working port in the dark days of winter; watching distant roads as familiar as my own back garden burst into fluffy green life as spring begins to stir, and then baking to golden perfection as the summer ticks by; looking down on the jewel-like lights of Teesside as I finally come hammering in at the end of the week, following the flarestacks as sailors follow the harbour lights; drinking in the true appreciation of home that can only come from time There being precious.
I could wax lyrical like this for pages. But I have a much anticipated week off now, so you'll have to excuse me. I'm off to indulge myself in seven whole days of simply being mum,