Last week, I came up the A52 in Nottingham towards the Nottingham Knight roundabout (from the North). I was taking the right turn on to the A60 towards Ruddington. It’s national speed limit on this roundabout.<\/p>\n
I pulled on to the roundabout and – as I got halfway across – a blue Citroen Saxo (reg. no. MV52 VBX ) decided it was going to go from the A60 coming from Wilford Hill. It was filled to bursting with schoolkids – two boys and two girls, I think.<\/p>\n
I had to slow down rapidly to avoid a collision.<\/p>\n
On its own this wouldn’t have been the end of the world – as far as people demonstrating they should have been put down at birth goes. You get a lot of it.<\/p>\n
But what made it all the more irritating was the fact that the whole car full of retards thought it was immensely amusing and kept looking back to laugh. I really do think it was the highlight of their week. They turned right into Ruddington, along Kirk Lane, so I assume that’s where they live.<\/p>\n
You can’t help wonder what their parents would make of all this. You hope that they wouldn’t be impressed and would ground the little cretins – the driver, at least, seeing how he put the lives of his three occupants and me at serious risk; but also\u00a0the passengers, for demonstrating their complete lack of maturity in situations which threaten other peoples lives.<\/p>\n
This is what you’d hope. The frightening thing is that these prats probably got the attitude FROM<\/strong> their parents.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Last week, I came up the A52 in Nottingham towards the Nottingham Knight roundabout (from the North). I was taking the right turn on to the A60 towards Ruddington. It’s national speed limit on this roundabout. I pulled on to the roundabout and – as I got halfway across – a blue Citroen Saxo (reg. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[121],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1556","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-latestposts"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/diaryofanadi.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1556","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/diaryofanadi.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/diaryofanadi.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diaryofanadi.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diaryofanadi.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1556"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/diaryofanadi.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1556\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/diaryofanadi.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1556"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diaryofanadi.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1556"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/diaryofanadi.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1556"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}