Cars. Industry. Unusual regional accents on the radio.
It is a sinister place. You have to pay to use the motorway. I drive on to the M6 (Toll) in some confusion.
The carriageways are empty and I speed up towards the Lichfield area apace. Honestly, I pass the odd fellow motorist, but it is like driving on Mars. There are literally no cars on the road.
It is not surprising. At five pounds a pop, they will never tempt people out of their houses and on to the roads.
I simply cannot understand the mentality behind the government that thought this one up. It is typical public sector incompetence and the sort of thing that Mr Cameron must address if he gets in. They just have no commercial nous at all. If they charged – say – a pound, then they may have a chance of getting people to abandon their Playstations etc and go for a nice drive, but five pounds is just crazy. No wonder people are abandoning motoring in droves. It is as if they are actively trying to stop people from using cars.
I motor on in increasing annoyance.
My meeting, which is about dogs, goes well. I do not have a dog and am allergic to them, but I use my imagination to think up things that are probably relevant to the dog community. That is the sort of professional that I am. I almost stroke one of the dogs, but it looks a bit bitey so I give it a reassuring stare instead.
Again there are no cars on the toll road on my return. It is lunacy. Everybody is a lunatic except me.