Road Report to Hell

There is little more frustrating than setting off on a car journey and the radio show host alerts you to an imminent traffic report but then proceeds to engage in banter with the traffic presenter. Now anyone who knows me will tell you that I’m all for playful bantz – but not when I’m waiting to hear whether I am good to take the motorway or should cut through the back doubles to reach my destination.

By the time they’ve finished debating and analysing their Friday nights and where they’re off to tonight, I’m nose to tail on the motorway, right at the junction they are about to tell me to avoid.

When they do eventually start the reporting, why don’t they tell you the motorway and specific junction first? Instead they start with clockwise or anti-clockwise (don’t start me with mentions of ‘north, south, east or west’ – I didn’t know what side of the Thames I lived on until I was 32!) and then give all the details – and I mean details - of the incident before telling you the junction.

On the bright side, at least I know where the traffic presenter is going tonight…!