Sunday Bloody Sunday. What a great song. It really encapsulates the frustration of a Sunday, doesn't it? You wake up in the morning, you've got to read all the Sunday papers, the kids are running round, you've got to mow the lawn, wash the car, and you think "Sunday, bloody Sunday!".
I got stuck behind a wide load boat being moved up the A11 yesterday for 10 ****ing miles, 10 miles!!!!! Plod wouldn't let anyone past it even on the dual carriageway?? ****, bollocks, bastards, arseholes, I hate being stuck in traffic. ILD OTBC
When I was driving buses in and around Lincoln, in one village we had to back into a field to turn around! I think it was a dual-cabbageway!