It’s been just over a week since the clocks changed over, and it looks like the population of the fragrant East Midlands of England has still to adjust to the fact. Okay, so it was rainy, grimy, and yucky on the way home this evening, but on my modest 15-mile commute from Octane Towers to AROnline Towers the driving public demonstrated breathtaking ineptitude. Actually, I’ll go further – for some mad reason, it appeared that at least a dozen people took complete leave of their senses, and in crass displays of sheer and unutterable stupidity, did their best to run us off the road – from in front, behind, and to the side…
I had vans pulling out of side roads, Vauxhalls tailgating, and Nissans diving at us on roundabouts. In short, it was sheer hell. Not entirely sure why Northamptonshire was driving angry this evening – whether it’s something in the water, everyone’s skint, or the rain did its best to turn a few people into brainless idiots, but put it this way – I was relieved to get home without having been involved in a limb-severing RTA. Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating a little bit, but it really did feel a little dangerous out there.
Bunch of buggers!
A week in, I reckon it’s down to the clock change – and that hour we gained to take us back to GMT from BST. It’s obviously unsettled drivers, who now find themselves driving home in the dark. And that leads me to ask the question – why on earth do we have the clock change anyway? Who does it benefit? What is its purpose in the 21st century, and why does this anachronism continue when it obviously causes more problems than it solves?
If someone can explain it to me, I’d be really grateful – because at the moment, I’m confused. Although that’s not overly difficult.