Inside our cars, we stop valuing human life and simultaneously overvalue our own time and importance. And because many people who work in the city drive back to the suburbs where they spend all of their money (becoming agents of urban sprawl), cars have become the standard accessory of urban economic divestment.
Today, before you get in your car, please take a minute. Ask yourself if you need another pint, if you need to get there so quickly, if that person driving a bit slowly is really doing it to annoy you. Ask yourself if your journey is so important that somebody else's child deserves to lose a father...
Road rage, car rage, plane rage. There seems to be a rage for everything these days! Rarely a week goes by without some report of someone who has 'lost it' as the red mist descended. The reasons are, in my view, twofold; on the one hand our expectations have risen steadily and on the other hand, so have our stress levels.
Appearing on children's TV meant I had to control my urge to swear if I wanted to keep my job. After so many years the habit's kind of stuck. In the Shawshank Redemption Morgan Freeman continues to ask permission to go to the toilet even when he's freed from prison. That's a bit like me. I ask permission. Then I go to the toilet and swear like a f**king trooper.