Lord Bracknell
On fire
It's a bit like a council putting any sort of restrictions on driving (bus/cycle lanes, pedestrianisation etc). Letters pages on newspapers and online comments are dominated by people asking how plumbers are meant to carry tools or the disabled get around, as if most of the people on the road are plumbers,
I didn't used to be wound up by JLEs but I'm up and down in my seat like a jack in the box in the last 10 minutes. If it's not people in my row, it's those in the row in front.
I'm happy to report that Lord B, who's two rows in front of me, is there at the end.
... and I can still get on an eastbound train within 30 minutes of the final whistle, even after hanging about to clap the team off and watch David Stockdale give his gloves to a young lad. Despite the fact that, these days, I hobble about with a walking stick.