w.atching the w.orld unw.ind

Today's lyric:
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"It may look to the untrained eye, I'm sitting on my arse all day
And I'm biding my time until I take you all on.
My Lords and Ladies, I will prevail, I cannot fail.
'Cos I spy."

Pulp: "I spy"
From the album: "Different Class"

Okay, enough maudlinness already. Number One Son will bury the poor mite today, and that's an end of it.

Now. When you build a magnificent structure like the QE2 Bridge, which spans a river which faces the English Channel, you must expect it to get a bit windy up there, betimes.

And therefore potentially dangerous for traffic to use it.

So, bearing in mind the enormous cost of its construction anyway (which, incidentally, has now been fully repaid by the tolls, but Mr Bliar decided to carry on charging anyway - another effin' mystery in itself!) why didn't the architects design sidewalls made from swivelling louvre blades, which could be rotated to deflect and diffuse storm-force gales and prevent the bloody thing from having to be shut down every time they have to reach for the Beaufort Scale?

I spent seven years commuting through the tunnels and over the bridge every day and I know what mayhem there's going to be there today when they divert southbound traffic off the bridge and - against the flow - through one of the northbound tunnels.

The amount of unnecessary pollution and waste of fuel will be incalculable...

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