Speed Bandits - only in Denmark.




Thanks to Mobuzz TV I came across this news story which I had to blog for ... um ... well no good reason except that this kind of innovative, out of left field, traffic policy thinking surely needs to catch on ... preferably in my home town. Topless speed controllers.

If you've watched the video then I shouldn't need to explain any further however Mobuzz Host, Karina, pointed out the glaringly obvious... "Where are the buff male speed controllers?"

She went on to speculate that the lack of males may mean that 1. The policy makers are sexist pigs, or 2. Research showed that it was only male drivers that were speeding (oh right, because all the female drivers need to drive slower in order to check their hair and lippy in the mirror!).

I feel that this kind of policy is actually rewarding speeders for their bad driving. No one would have thought of this if people didn't speed, right? I didn't see any driver in the clip getting upset about slowing down, before speeding on their way again after getting a good look at the err... speed limit. Though a few drivers stuck in grid lock did seem impatient - probably frustrated at not being close enough to find out what speed they should be doing.

Now Danish drivers are in a quandary. If the program works there eventually won't be a need for it and they'll lose the view. However if it doesn't work the program will be scrapped. Seems like they need to keep speeding, but not too much. Just enough to keep the program going indefinitely.

Your Outlook on Life.

My partner and I went to a local pub for a nice lunch time meal. As we were finalising our order an elderly lady, just preparing to leave with her husband, suddenly became overcome with some ailment causing her temperature to soar. She appeared to be in pain. The thought that she may even be having a heart attack crossed my mind.

Her husband was quick to act, flagging down restaurant staff for some assistance with cold cloths and things. Several people on nearby tables offered their assistance but he didn't seem overly concerned saying this was something that had happened before and that she would 'come right again' in a little while.

The staff were great in offering assistance, keeping the ladies arms and neck cool with their cloths, trying to determine exactly what was wrong and whether the lady required an ambulance (she did seem to be in a lot of pain from what I observed). She initially refused an ambulance as she was of the same opinion as her partner about 'coming right' eventually. But the staff decided an ambulance was probably a good idea because she didn't seem to be getting better.

The women really did appear to be struggling. I'm not sure if she tried to get up or whether it was just that someone suggested lying down might help, as staff helped her to lie down on the floor next to the table (it was carpeted so not too hard).

By the time the ambulance arrived she was actually coming good again, sitting up and even joking a little with concerned onlookers. All in all a good outcome.

My partner joked that it wasn't a good look for the restaurant, a customer leaving in an ambulance. I thought perhaps they should give her a sign saying 'It wasn't the food' just to ease the mind of passers by.

After lunch my partner and I went over to a local park to take photos of flowers with her digital camera. We'd only just arrived when we were approached by a women and a girl (possibly mother and daughter). They greeted us friendly enough by explaining that they wanted to give us an invitation to a function they were attending.

In that second, what little open personality I display, was violently sucked into the metaphorical bomb shelter of my inner being as the realisation hit - we were under attack by messengers from God. Well, more precisely, messengers of The Revival Fellowship. From the moment their first sentence hit I limited my responses to 'uh-huh' and not much else.

This did not seem to deter them any. My partner, who knew of my previous experience with the fear of God, wouldn't look at me because I knew she was ready to burst out laughing if she did.
I'm not going to detail this conversation either because, just as before, I was only half listening. The rest of my thoughts were preoccupied with with the hope that the two of them would stop talking soon and move on.

What struck me though, was that these two were trying to convince me that the world is a terrible place, with everyone out for themselves, not thinking of others and with little hope. The usual doomsday kind of thing that many pro-active campaigners for religion preach in order to convince you of the need to follow Jesus or to accept God into your life.

It's an argument that pales when you consider the experience of the elderly lady in the pub earlier that day. Many people around her were very concerned, despite not knowing her at all. Many of them offered assistance, as did many additional restaurant staff, even though the situation was well under control with the two staff that were assisting her.

The world is not on the decline. It's always been this way. It all depends on which events you choose to focus on and what kind of out look you have on life. In this day and age more things are possible than ever before.

Perhaps I would be more open to religion if they didn't preach that the world needs saving from all the bad things. Why don't they preach about all the good things and encourage you to join in and help to make them better?

Relationship on a Train

"I signed up to those sites just so I wouldn't get anymore emails asking me to join."

My partner and I were riding a train into the city to see a movie and were among many people to overhear a mobile phone conversation from a young man, behind us, to his girlfriend, 'Claire'. Claire was very suspicious.

I don't know the man's name so I'll choose one... 'Gareth'.

Gareth initially denied accusations of having joined some web sites but then he changed his story to this article's opening line - "I signed up to those sites just so I wouldn't get anymore emails asking me to join." Which is shady justification at best, as Claire queried why he didn't just block the emails? I'm sure everyone listening in thought that too. Both my partner and I did.

Gareth also denied that he knew any of the people asking him to join the sites and that he hadn't contacted anyone. All the suspect emails had been sent to him. He encouraged Claire to not only look in his spam folder at the emails but to also delete and block them. For some reason she conveyed that she wouldn't delete or block the emails and one has to wonder what she was doing looking at his email account in the first place (unless perhaps they share an account - which would make Gareth none too smart indeed).

One interesting excuse given for not joining a site was that "you have to be 13 or over and be born after 1982." That would make Gareth at least 24-25 years of age. I've never heard of that kind of restriction on a site before? He went on to say something along the lines of why would he be trying to pick up 17 year olds?

He said that he'd never lied to her, he loved her and that he wouldn't want to hurt her. Especially after all the trouble they'd had before...

Uh oh...there's a 'Dr. Phil' moment, "The best predictor of future behavior is past behavior." Well that crossed my mind at the time.

There's not a lot more to the conversation. Gareth cut the discussion short saying something along the lines of they would talk when he got home.

I don't know Gareth, I never even got a glimpse of what he looked like. He's just a voice in my memory. I don't even know what kind of web sites were under discussion. I made a joke to my partner that "he'd done nothing wrong by subscribing to the 'Toys-r-us' web site" (well you never know!).

What I found interesting about this conversation was that it was all technology based. Suspicious emails, suspect web site subscriptions, trying to pick up people over the internet. Even having such a discussion on a mobile phone whilst riding public transport.

It's all so now. No need to wait until your other half gets home before making accusations just ring their mobile.

I wonder if any one else wrote about it in their blog?
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