Today is newspaper day. I have to really because the job pages are printed every thursday. Once upon a time there used to be three pages stuffed with adverts for this or that opportunity of a lifetime. These days there's a page of timid adverts costing the bare minimum, and almost invariably outside of my travelling range.

Well that part of jobsearch didn't take long. So what else I have got for my forty pence? More efforts to reduce speeding motorists. In fairness, Swindon took a bold step by stopping the speed camera nonsense and generate income from parking charges instead, which has apparently netted the council millions of pounds in the last few years.

So although the accident rate has not gone up again as critics predicted, the council have decided that we need to stop the speeding motorist. They're setting up traffic lights that go to red if a car is detected approaching at a higher speed than allowed. Go too fast and wait for longer as it were.

Do I sound critical? Actually I think it's a clever way to stop speeders. The thing is though the council are claiming that if people learn to keep to speed limits then they'll travel through junctions with less delay. Truth is, we won't, because some idiot will speed and set off the red light embargo on movement.

But isn't that the plan? To make speeding socially unacceptable instead of being attractively naughty? Sneaky... Very sneaky...

My Fridge Is Gone

When the two chaps from the department store delivered my fridge I got them to manhandle the old on downstairs, which they did with cheery enthusiam. In a quick discussion on recycling, one did mention that left in my front yard, it would probably vanish onto a gypsy flatbed.

Yep,. Notice my confidence at leaving it there. And we were both right. Some time yesterday afternoon the old fridge vanished. The least they could have done was take away the unwanted polystyrene packaging too.

Run For It

Cancer has become something of a modern bugbear. In Britain, we have a women-only event called Run For Life or something similar. Last night though I saw a television appeal for people to take part. It seems fewer and fewer women are running in this charity event.

I was going to make a wisecrack, but perhaps that would be a little uncouth and callous.