Got snapped by some traffic camera or other going through Clapham a couple of weekends back.
Received a Transport for London penalty charge notice through the post this morning.
Seems I paused momentarily in a yellow box junction, even though I was clear of it by the fucking time the fucking lights changed.
Doesn't matter, if cunting Big Brother says you're guilty, you're guilty.
Cunt fuckers even posted the evidence online for me to see ... (mines at the top of the box junction, right in front of the bus)
... and a close up of my car so the licence plate is in full, clear view.
I can't recall if the fucking huge big bus behind me cleared the lights, but if not it's a far, far greater obstruction to the cross traffic than I ever would be if I hadn't cleared the lights.
Fine is £120, reduced by 50% to £60 if paid in 14 days.
Cunts.
Fuck this stupid country and its camera obsession.
You could have at least give us a wave, fuck sake.![]()
Yeah, not exactly uncommon. In 2008 they defused, controlledly detonated (or tried to defuse) 88 bombs from WW2. The buggers are still all over the country.
This one they found because they were specifically looking for them - they wanted to construct a new building on the site and knew that this area had been carpet bombed very thoroughly. The ground looked like an army of moles had passed through - molehills every 50 centimeters. And they had defused another bomb at our train station two days before.
When the stars threw down their spears
And watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Not worth the hassle i reckon, especially when you'd probably end up in court and end up paying court costs because you've lost.
I can have my day in court to contest it, but at a cost, as Lor said.
Since technically I am at fault - law states that you are not allowed to enter box junction unless it is clear - I don't have much I can contest with.
It's just irritating that I am charged under the technicalities of the law and not the spirit - I was clear of the box junction by the time the lights changed, so I did not in any way obstruct cross traffic.
Opinion in this country of motoring-offence cameras is that they are money-makers for local councils.
So take a bus you bourgeoisie pig
Spoiler:
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
Highway Code, Rule 174
Box junctions. These have criss-cross yellow lines painted on the road (see 'Road markings'). You MUST NOT enter the box until your exit road or lane is clear. However, you may enter the box and wait when you want to turn right, and are only stopped from doing so by oncoming traffic, or by other vehicles waiting to turn right. At signalled roundabouts you MUST NOT enter the box unless you can cross over it completely without stopping.
[Law TSRGD regs 10(1) & 29(2)]
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It means "dont stop here"
"Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.
Well that just looks stupid, and asking for jam ups and accidents. What's wrong with coordinated traffic lights---why have both lights and lines?
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They do work, and are fairly necessary.
They are placed on busy junctions (most of London in other words) where traffic is stop-start.
You can see from my photo that there is a line of traffic through the traffic light, pretty much at standstill.
If the junction is not clear by the time the lights in my direction have changed to red, then the cross traffic going right and left is obstructed. So the junction has to remain clear - hence the marking (and the totalitarian enforcement)
Also, you guys are driving on the wrong side of the road.![]()
In the future, the Berlin wall will be a mile high, and made of steel. You too will be made to crawl, to lick children's blood from jackboots. There will be no creativity, only productivity. Instead of love there will be fear and distrust, instead of surrender there will be submission. Contact will be replaced with isolation, and joy with shame. Hope will cease to exist as a concept. The Earth will be covered with steel and concrete. There will be an electronic policeman in every head. Your children will be born in chains, live only to serve, and die in anguish and ignorance.
The universe we observe has precisely the properties we should expect if there is, at bottom, no design, no purpose, no evil, no good, nothing but blind, pitiless indifference.
"Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.
Kinda pissed right now >_< Stuck up assholes all around
That means you need to get properly pissed. Have a few rums. That will cheer you up no end.
"Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.
8-Bit Theater, a comic that I had followed online for years, has ended. The ending was such a let down, and so far removed from the original grove of the comic that I feel empty now
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Not at all. Every arsehole in the world thinks that he can just about squeeze through the lights, or that if they are green it means he can go, even if theres clearly nowhere to go. This still happens without the junction markings, but stops presumably a few.
What i was referring to is this:
1) They are specifically to stop jam ups by forcing cars not to park in the route of cross-trafficWell that just looks stupid, and asking for jam ups and accidents. What's wrong with coordinated traffic lights---why have both lights and lines?
2) they stop accidents by the same method
3) the traffic lights are co-ordinated, but heavy traffic would mean that a car might hit a green light on the x axis but because there was a big jam up along the y axis
4) the lights and lines do different things, thats why we have both.
"Son," he said without preamble, "never trust a man who doesn't drink, because he's probably a self-righteous sort, a man who thinks he knows right from wrong all the time. Some of them are good men, but in the name of goodness, they cause most of the suffering in the world. They're the judges, the meddlers. And, son, never trust a man who drinks but refuses to get drunk. They're usually afraid of something deep down inside, either that they're a coward or a fool or mean and violent. You can't trust a man who's afraid of himself. But sometimes, son, you can trust a man who occasionally kneels before a toilet. The chances are that he is learning something about humility and his natural human foolishness, about how to survive himself. It's damned hard for a man to take himself too seriously when he's heaving his guts into a dirty toilet bowl.
Oh. Around here we have jug handles or timed lights with turn arrows. Yeah, everyone tries to squeak thru the yellow and sometimes gets stuck in the middle. Then we honk our horns
Cops can give citations for 'not yielding on yellow', 'obstructing traffic' or 'running a red light' in that case. We don't have the cameras all around that you do.....looks to me like the lines are more for the cameras and sending e-tickets.
Trying to quit hurting for one damned day!
Also, I missed seeing an old friend today, because I hurt so fucking bad I couldn't even go outside. On top of that, I had to postpone the one month inspection of my apartment because I caught a killer cold yesterday. Of course, I can't take cold meds with my pain meds, so Munchie suffers! THEN, to top it off, The Friend called me from NYC, sitting in total gridlock! He has put in for home-time, but he is in Kentucky tonight, so it won't be happening for at least another three or four days, if then!
Last edited by oldmunchkin; 06-03-2010 at 04:27 AM. Reason: Added to post because I am an idiot with quoting posts around this place!
I don't have a problem with authority....I just don't like being told what to do!Remember, the toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow!RIP Fluffy! 01-07-09 I'm so sorry Fluffster! People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life! My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does!
Atari bullshit refugee!!
I don't have a problem with authority....I just don't like being told what to do!Remember, the toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow!RIP Fluffy! 01-07-09 I'm so sorry Fluffster! People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life! My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does!
Atari bullshit refugee!!
Are you in a cast now munchie?
Booze is a fickle lover, innit.....
No cast, just a brace thingy. Mainly to hold it straight, I guess. I can at least take it off for doing dishes and showering.
Hell yeah she is!
BTW, The Friend spent a night where you are on his way to Maine.
I don't have a problem with authority....I just don't like being told what to do!Remember, the toes you step on today may be attached to the ass you have to kiss tomorrow!RIP Fluffy! 01-07-09 I'm so sorry Fluffster! People who don't like cats were probably mice in an earlier life! My mind not only wanders, sometimes it leaves completely!The nice part about living in a small town: When you don't know what you're doing, someone else always does!
Atari bullshit refugee!!