Plot is the lost
First we’ve got that prick Hain telling City High-flyers to give up their hard earned to spoon feed the non working population, now this load of garbage. It’s just naked grasping jealousy cloaked by a dubious mirror-morality.
Now if I see a man with a brand new Bentley, my thoughts are first; nice motor, is he on a restriction? This thought is quickly followed by; I wish I could earn enough to have one. At no point do my thoughts run; Woss ‘e got that for then? Shouldn’t be allowed. That sort of thinking is for congenital losers in my book. You make the money; you deserve the rewards. Why shouldn’t you?
Mind you, it won’t stop me booking the vehicle in question. I’ve handed out enough tickets to people who park blocking disabled bays and bus stops and then flat out ignore me for the seven minutes it takes to log their details, take photographs, do the full proper observation time and write up my notebook; then whine like a wonky transmission and say “It’s all a rip off” when I hand them the PCN. Excuse me pal, this ain’t a tax note, this is for parking where you shouldn’t.
The thought occurs that money may buy you nice things, but Mister Overpaid Footballer’s Hummer gets exactly the same treatment as Mister Dole Warrior’s Rambling Wreck. You’ve got to be fair and impartial haven’t you?
On a lighter note; here’s a couple of links about Car Park insanity (From Malcolm in the Middle I think) and a Vlog entry about a Parking scam and how to beat it in over in Montreal, Quebec.