You know as how that there Norwich Council Gormsters fucked up all the pedestrian crossings by removing all the lights on the opposite side of the road so no-one can see when it's free to cross so everyone just randomly crosses whenever and nearly get murdered by cars and buses?
Well, it seems Norfuckers are slowly turning into Lemmings.
Why they can't turn into jan Leemings (circa WhenSheWasHot A.D.) I don't know.
Anyhoo, as ever, the bus could see his light was green and was storming up Rampant Whores Street1 when some old duffer decided to amble across the road, not realising the pedestrian lights were red.
Two steps out, and suddenly he realises a bus is about to splat him. Bus slams on brakes, old duffer makes a run for it... but his soles slip on the slippery cobbles. He does the Roadrunner before tumbling to the floor. SCREECH - the bus stops just before giving him an extended trample club treat.
Here comes pedestrians. Here comes the driver. The old man is lifted up and given the once over. The crowd back away as the driver gets in the bus and sets off...
...and as the crowd wait for the bus to get by, along comes suited up wideboy gormster, who decides to ignore all the people allowing the bus to pass, and runs right in front, causing further slammage of brakes.
And then the young fool gives the driver a load of old verbal!
Yes lad - it's the drivers fault you didn't notice (a) a gatherance of people around a bleeding pensioner, (b) people waiting to cross while the bus drove through, (c) a great big huge feck-off bus moving across the road. Perhaps if you had paid attention to these things instead of sxting your aldulterous missus on your phone whilst iPodding, you wouldn't have run out in front of a fast moving vehicle and yelled abuse at already traumatised drivers already in shock at almost running over an OAP thanks to the Council's ludicrous repositioning of the lights!
There's a reason that for millions of years the Green man has been on the opposite side of the road facing you - so you can bloody well see it! This shifting it off somewhere on your left/right where you're not naturally inclined to look, and if you do it's bloked by some fat fecker, means no-one knows when to cross and just chances it.
Honestly - the amount of near hits I see every day2!
1 OR RED LION STREET. THE ONE THAT LEADS ONTO ST STEPHENS ANYWAYS.
2 NEVER A NEAR MISS! ONLY FUCKTARD SAY NEAR MISS, FOR A NEAR MISS MEANS YOU NEARLY MISSED - IE YOU STILL HIT THE FECKER, IF ONLY GRAZED THEM. NEAR MISS MY PISS POT INDEED!
