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The problem, as those au fait with such matters will surely know, is that these "infernal horseless carriages" fall neither into the class of bicycle nor electric vehicle.
For some reason I cannot find the most recent article on the BBC News Search page any more, but while I was looking into the details of the jerk who screwed with the Boat Race and deserves in my view to be thrown back into that river with some lead attached to his feet to see how well he swims then, I fell over a page or six on the BBC site bemoaning the fact that Black Men Don't Swim.
Who gives an "expletive deleted" is my initial response.
As I said in one of my previous posts, it's the silly season. The local council elections are almost upon us, which will give natonalists and Lib Dems alike an opportunity to mourn how many elected representatives we had in the good old days, but right now we are in the calm (some might even say doldrums) before the storm.
But here it comes. In the interests of digging this country out of the hole it is in, a "think tank" feels the time is now right to eradicate bank holidays.
Read all about it here. And prepare for yet another "cutback" in the interests of "economic survival".
"Are there no prisons ? Are there no workhouses?" comes to mind.
It's the silly season. Idiot anarchists are donning wetsuits and jumping into sewage-filled rivers as a protest against elitism, BBC sports reporters are standing around on riverbanks looking bored stiff and crestfallen because they realise they will not be able to film the only binge drinking session worth gatecrashing this weekend - as it won't be happenning.
Meanwhile, in a galaxy far far away (well, an ivory tower anyway), Michael Ryan is doing a "Not Flash, Just Gordon" throwing his mobile out of the pram as news reaches His Imperial Cheapness that he has been forced to blow the explosive bolts on the food hampers and hand out free lunches.
Something caught my eye on the BBC news pages a few moments ago and after I had picked myself up from the floor and recovered enough to get a grip on my laughter I felt the need to share it with all of you.
It seems the man who holds one of the three tickets giving him a share in the £413 million U.S. lottery prize declared recently has come forward to claim his loot, and says he is now "looking forward to retirement"
Three words come to mind. They are "No", "Shit" and "Sherlock".
Catholic Church Issues Press Release Of Upcoming Demand For Its Followers To Wear The Cross
Written by John of Gwent
Over on this BBC Web Page you can read the BBC's subservient publication of the latest Vatican Press Release. I can't for the life of me see that it can be anything else. This "News" item from scotland proclaims:-
"In his Easter Sunday sermon, Cardinal Keith O'Brien will tell worshippers to 'wear proudly a symbol of the cross of Christ' each day of their lives"
I have to say I would be a lot more impressed if this story had appeared on Monday. For a start, publishing it on Monday would have given the (utterly false of course) impression that the BBC actually considered the rantings of a man of the cloth newsworthy enough to send a reporter to listen, and then send in their copy reporting the event.
Of course the chances are a Monday headline would have read "Roman Catholic Cleric Arrested For Inciting His Flock To Openly Show Their Faith", and such a headline would in my view reflect the reality of Britain Today where the only thing you are allowed to wear to express your faith is a burkha.
Regular readers may recall that many months ago I lambasted Lembit Opik for his 
I did say it was the silly season.
As I said in one of my previous posts, it's the silly season. The local council elections are almost upon us, which will give natonalists and Lib Dems alike an opportunity to mourn how many elected representatives we had in the good old days, but right now we are in the calm (some might even say doldrums) before the storm.
It's the silly season. Idiot anarchists are donning wetsuits and jumping into sewage-filled rivers as a protest against elitism, BBC sports reporters are standing around on riverbanks looking bored stiff and crestfallen because they realise they will not be able to film the only binge drinking session worth gatecrashing this weekend - as it won't be happenning.
Something caught my eye on the BBC news pages a few moments ago and after I had picked myself up from the floor and recovered enough to get a grip on my laughter I felt the need to share it with all of you.
Over on 
