Code of Conduct

22 May, 2012 at 1:50 pm | Posted in Driven mad in London | 2 Comments
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Highway Code

The first Highway Code was published in 1931 and as it was just 18 pages long the publication only cost 1d, on its first page the Ministry of Transport stated that it’s primary aim was to promote:

good manners for all courteous and considerate persons

In my world when drivers are meaner and ruder re-examining this little antiquated gem of a book shows one how driving standards have declined.

Its first piece of advice stated:

As a responsible citizen you have a duty to the community not to endanger or impede others in their lawful use of the King’s Highway .

In London nowadays every BMW driver before starting his car should be required by law to recite this piece of sage advice found between its covers:

Never take a risk in the hope or expectation that everyone else will do what is necessary to avoid the consequences of your rashness.

The latest habit of sounding your horn when traffic lights are changing are more akin to Beirut than genteel London town and The Men from The Ministry must have anticipated this trend when they gave this recommendation:

Remember that your horn is intended to be used as a warning and an indication, if needed, of your presence on the road

Stating sternly:

It should not be used as a threat . . . [motor horns] should never be used to show annoyance or impatience.

Sometimes I feel that I’m a roaming tourist information centre, so often am I asked directions. But could it be they are just taking advice given in The Highway Code:

Do not pull up alongside a constable on point duty in order to ask him a question which other people could answer. His full attention is required for his duties.

Even Boris Bikes have been anticipated, the pamphlet opined:

Do not wobble about the road but ride as steadily as possible . . .

If you fall, you may be run over.

Or the rather patronising:

Beware if high winds when on your bike, especially when wearing a cape

As for rickshaws:

You must not ride furiously so as to endanger life or limb.

This Penny Dreadful seems to have achieved its purpose. When it was introduced in response to the high number of deaths on Britain’s roads, 7,000 a year were being killed despite there only being 2.3 million vehicles – a figure not helped by there being no compulsory driving test. Today with more than 30 million vehicles on Britain’s roads fatalities are closer to 2,000.

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The cabbie’s nemesis?

18 May, 2012 at 11:41 am | Posted in Driven mad in London | 2 Comments
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Addison Lee

According to a London Chamber of Commerce report around 3.2 million people take taxis and minicabs in London each week, even if each fare averages only £10, that means total annual revenues are in excess of £1.6bn, with a windfall to come with the Olympics in a little over two months’ time. Where should a Londoner’s cab-riding loyalties lie – with Black Cabs or private hire including Addison Lee?

Well as any service industry, it should be with one that provides the service you require at a price you are willing to pay, and in this John Griffin Addison Lee’s Chairman has a good business model.

By taking on low skilled drivers, with many who are recent arrivals to our shores, and providing a complete package: vehicle, uniform, SatNavs, vehicle cleaning and phone, he has no shortage of takers. But many find working the long hours needed to make a decent living too much and leave after the first year.

Their enthusiasm sometimes stems from the novelty of having a job. A lady once told me of an African Addison Lee driver carrying her suitcase full of books up six flights of stairs balanced on his head.

Griffin has form when encouraging his gullible drivers to break the law. He declared that they should drive up the M4 bus lane. As traffic enforcement on motorways is the responsibility of the police, quite naturally they had more important things to do than catch Griffin’s miscreants. Eventually the bus lane was scrapped and Addison Lee got their way.

The same seems to apply to Paddington Station’s new entrance. The signage clearly states no vehicles except taxis – and yes you’ve guessed it – Addison Lee seems to be exempt while all other private hire vehicles are excluded.

As a London Black Cab driver of over 15 years I’ve seen our customer base diminish year on year.

When our only competition was a rusty Datsun with an aerial affixed to the roof by means of a magnet, Black Cab drivers would frequently decline jobs. “It’s not on my way home”, “I’m not going South of The River”, “Sorry Luv, I’m not going there”, “That suitcase looks heavy”. The excuses were endless.

It’s hardly surprising then that London Cab usage has declined when some of my colleagues felt their wishes came before their customer’s reasonable requests.

The younger London cabbies are more professional, with newer vehicles on the road and with a plethora of apps available from established radio circuits as well as independent developers we are starting to take back work.

You might not want John Griffin to run TfL but it has taken a maverick like him to shake the cab trade out of its complacency.

Where should a Londoner’s cab-riding loyalties lie? I would suggest dear punter that it’s you who is in the driving seat and not the other way round.

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Not a good sign

15 May, 2012 at 1:50 pm | Posted in Driven mad in London | Leave a comment
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Beach warning

On a recent trip to Dorset I was obliged to the local authority for erecting a sign which informed me that the adjacent beach was subject to flooding, it’s always good to know what hazards lay ahead.

In London we have to blame King Henry I for the plethora of superfluous signage littering our streets imparting useless information. The good king deemed that a street could not be named as such unless it was paved and was wide enough for sixteen knights to ride abreast, while a lane had only to be the width of a beer barrel rolled by two men.

This Royal Declaration must have started a growth industry in signage that has continued to this day and is now cluttering every road in London.

Huh

“Humps for 263 metres”, “New Road Layout Ahead”, “Signal Priorities Changed”. Am I really going to check the distance I’ve travelled to ensure that I won’t encounter another street calming obstacle, or that I’m so bright my memory can clearly remember the timings of every traffic signal in London?

We now employ somebody to type drivel into a gizmo that controls the M25 overhead gantries, they give us such gems as: “Road Ahead Clear” with the approximate time it will take you to reach a destination you have no intention of reaching.

Only last week while driving along the A12 the Olympic Delivery Authority shared – via a matrix board at the side of the road – the priceless information that trials were taking place within the Olympic Park.

Sign not in use

Frequently we’re told, just in case there was any doubt, that “Sign Under Test” rather implying that the upper sixth is taking its finals and we should be quiet lest we disturb the examination.

Each time I pass a sign announcing “Concrete Curing” I have visions of a group of men in high-viz jackets performing a laying on of hands to make the road better.

Once I naïvely thought that they had been put up for the benefit of the public, but of course they are for the benefit of the erectors of the signs. So obsessed are they in our liability culture they put up these signs so when asked they can reply “well, you were warned”.

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I blame the Pringle

10 April, 2012 at 1:50 pm | Posted in Driven mad in London | Leave a comment
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Now constructed and undergoing the final adjustments the 2012 Olympic venues are on the cusp of throwing open their doors to the general public. Soon we will have wall to wall coverage in the media of these stadia and all the athletic action for which they were designed – but frankly, I’m rather alarmed.

The Olympic Stadium looks rather like a football ground which of course is what it will become for its ultimate use. Put simply it’s the backdrop for the grand occasions.

The design of the Aquatics Centre has been done before; its roof has appeared in Hollywood blockbusters looking like an alien spaceship descending to Earth. Its interior is light and airy, but swimming, well isn’t it just a little pedestrian?

The Basketball Arena must have Charles Saatchi wishing to fill its cavernous interiors with modern art.

No, it’s the Velodrome that has me worried. In London we like to give nicknames to iconic buildings and its shape and copper colour have given rise to the building being dubbed ‘The Pringle’. The roof’s curved shape conveys undulating circular travel at high speed, its track design which mirrors the roof has been tested and early trials indicate that its design has the potential to be the worlds fastest. It’s the swan song for its creator, Ron Webb a veteran of 53 such venues and all this attention will mean that events staged here will be the races the public will want to watch.

Men whose thighs that are wider than my waist, breaking the legal speed limit and all looking like an Adonis it’s a sports broadcaster’s dream venue. To make matters worse it is a Brit who is one of the fastest around, triple Olympic champion Sir Chris Hoy looks set to become one of the stars of the Games at the ripe old age of thirty-six.

As a cabbie I’ve had my fair share around London’s streets of The Men in Lycra, but the 2012 Olympics promise to raise speed cycling to a whole new level of participation by men who at their age should really know better.

Men you see transmogrify at around the age of 40, youthful looks start to fade, young girls find you invisible and as the hairline recedes testosterone levels mysteriously seem to increase.

So decisions need to be taken to retain one’s youth: gym membership, a sports car, performance enhancing drugs, or the old standby, taking on a mistress.

But one lifestyle change wins hands down – a bobby-dazzler racing road bike. It fulfils man’s innate desire to be competitive while at the same time showing off his youthful good looks.

First the apparel, the Lycra has to be tight otherwise it feels that you’re wearing a parachute. Fluorescent colours of bright blue, yellow or Heaven help us lime green serve to achieve a peacock’s dazzling array, guaranteeing heads turning as you pass.

But, let’s be honest, all men like to display their prowess by their ability to buy ‘stuff’ – expensive stuff – and at up to £8,000 racing bikes fit the bill admirably.

Bike frames made from F1 racing car wonder material carbon fibre weighing less than your empty wallet, racing shoes just like Superman wears, futuristic helmets mounted by a video camera. Every piece designed to scream at the world – “I’m an Alfa Male – with money”.

Not long after the London 2012 closing ceremony I predict packs of these ‘old-boy racers’ emerging from Canary Wharf each trying to beat his personal best and all spending increasing sums of money to achieve their goal.

In the 1880s Mark Twain learned to ride one of the old high-wheel bicycles of that period and wrote Taming The Bicycle, an account of his experience. After that hair-raising adventure he gave this sage advice: ‘Get a bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live.’

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Road to Hell

15 November, 2011 at 1:24 am | Posted in Driven mad in London | Leave a comment
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The emergency services have waited years for it but it has taken among others the chief executives of Coca-Cola and McDonald’s as well as £12 million of public money to improve the deployment of the Split Cycle Offset Optimisation Technique (“SCOOT”). The SCOOT system uses pressure sensors built into the road to monitor the volume of traffic on specific busy London routes. The sensors send information to traffic signals placed just yards away to decide the timings between light changes depending on congestion.

TfL could be congratulated for developing an integrated traffic management system that has the potential to save lives. Unfortunately this major upgrade was made for one specific purpose – the 2012 Olympics, or more precisely for the 240 VIPs who will be given exclusive use of a 520d BMW complete with their personal driver to whist them unimpeded from their 5-star West End hotel to the Olympic venue. One would have thought that the iconic London black cab would have been used, but the journey through London must be completed within a stipulated 25 minutes using the 30 miles of Games Lanes which are part of the Olympic Route Network, and so the black cab has probably proved to be too slow.

Should the automatic system be unable to cope with the congestion staff monitoring the VIP’s progress on computer screens from their Canary Wharf base can take the further step of instructing a team of 30 TfL engineers in South London to manually change lights along the Games Lane to green if the convoy is in danger of not arriving on time, giving the VIPs priority over all other motorists.

The only other users of these ZIL Lanes will be 2,800 Olympic officials who each have the use of a pool car to transport them to the venues, but quite how we have over 3,000 Olympic officials when most of the planning, development and implementation of London 2012 was done by Seb Coe’s small London based team.

Some roads including Constitution Hill and Birdcage Walk will be completely closed to the public, providing sole access to the VIP vehicles and further disrupting journeys for ordinary motorists who will be forced to take alternative routes. In addition bans on parking and right turns which cross the Games Lanes, in addition the suspension of pedestrian crossings should they be deemed to impede the journey of the Olympic dignitary. Along the Olympic routes all non-Olympic traffic, including private cars, lorries, buses and taxis, will have to use the bus lane, the outside lane will be reserved for Olympic officials. Organisers are still deciding whether to enforce these restrictions during a 15-day break between the Olympic and Paralympics Games from the 12th until 29th August even though very few dignitaries will be still in London.

Olympics VIP Lane PermitA great fanfare was made when we were all promised that London 2012 would be the most inclusive Games in history which would enrich the city. In reality, thousands of International Olympic Committee members and a host of big-money sponsors with their entourage will be turning up in town expecting to be waited on hand and foot at the expense of everyone else.

If like me you will be stuck in the 18 hours of traffic jams during the 100 days that the Olympic event will last, make your own little protest, cut out the “Don’t you know who I am?” logo kindly donated by PK Monroe and stick it on your windscreen, we might be stationary but were could be moving forward together.

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Goodbye Piccadilly

8 November, 2011 at 8:00 am | Posted in Driven mad in London | Leave a comment
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Goodbye Piccadilly, Farewell Leicester Square or so the World War I song goes. Last week we could have been singing that verse all over again as a sector of the West End reverted back to a road layout not seen for over 40 years.

A generation ago the Road Traffic and Road Improvements Act 1960 opened the door to parking meters, traffic wardens and paved the way for the formation of the London Traffic Management Unit whose sole job was to speed up traffic, it was the predecessor of TfL‘s current objective in smoothing traffic flow – something they have proved singularly to be inept at achieving.

With five years of the Act being passed a series of Traffic Management Schemes were set up which in essence were just a series of one-way systems using parallel roads: Aldgate; Tottenham Court Road/Gower Street; Earls Court Road/Warwick Road and so on.

On 15th July 1961 an experiment in traffic management was introduced as a temporary measure, a one-way system for St. James’s. Westbound traffic was to take Pall Mall and St. James’s Street while eastbound Piccadilly was the counterflow. This proved such a success that on 26th November 1961 the scheme was made permanent.

At first this did indeed speed up what little traffic there was, but as with the way of traffic management its success was short lived and just encouraged more traffic to enter London while all the time travelling at greater speeds.

To help alleviate this congestion a contra-flow for buses was introduced in the 1970s, then in the 1990’s in a bid to reduce the number of cars entering the newly pedestrianised area of Trafalgar Square and grid locking its only intersection – Charles I roundabout – the traffic lights were rephased which had the desired effect of holding more traffic back in Piccadilly before letting them enter Trafalgar Square.

Now after a £14 million scheme the roads are 2-way again, wider pavements, no railings and using high quality materials have made this a better place for pedestrians and motorists alike.

So far the signs are encouraging, St. James’s Street flows better and cabbies can take their passengers south using a much shorter route. The roads certainly look far less cluttered and an attractive area for shoppers. Piccadilly at night still looks like a parking lot as everybody travels towards Theatreland, can’t they just walk that last half mile? Or better still get a cab.

One serious omission to the scheme has been a lack of dedicated cycle lanes; if a parking ban had been enforced on these three streets the extra space could have provided provision for cyclists.

So far an improvement, but in the pipe line are other traffic schemes let us hope that they prove the success that St. James’s has proved thus far.

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The lost apostrophe

7 October, 2011 at 12:10 pm | Posted in Driven mad in London | Leave a comment
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Harrods cast it aside in 1928; Selfridges followed 17 years later, but by then Gordon Selfridge was too busy having his way with twin showgirls The Dolly Sisters, than worry too much about what went over the door of his emporium. Currys have dispensed with its services and Starbucks, well they are American, never used one in the first place.

The apostrophe is going the same way as the double space after a full point, which was much loved by legal secretaries when using manual typewriters. If punctuation marks were endangered species, then the apostrophe would be an Amazonian rainforest frog, or a fish dependent on Great Barrier Coral Reef for its survival, we would have David Attenborough talking earnestly to camera in hushed tones about the need to keep it safe for future generations.

Despised by graphic designers who have been paid a fortune to “conceptualise” and “brand” a product, this little tick just gets in the way of their oh so cool layouts when they use their ubiquitous Comic Sans. And so corporate logos, billboards and most advertising omit this little symbol of possession or contraction.

This humble floating tadpole once looked to be consigned to the history books, but one valiant group have continued to keep it alive, albeit mistakenly. The greengrocer’s apple’s and pear’s were for many years a reassuring sight on our high street. This kind of sign-writer did not want to be faulted for omitting an apostrophe, so they were willing to run down their stick of chalk whenever an “s” is found on the end of a word. And it is this reverence for punctuation, an anxiety, even in this misuse which has kept it alive.

The large supermarkets seem to have put pay to the humble high street greengrocer with his random tadpole placed before an “s”, and Sainsbury’s, not content with taking all the customers from high street grocers, have even taken on the mantle of using their own apostrophe, the only supermarket chain to retain its use.

If punctuation has a gender then the full point is undeniably male, while the rather contrary apostrophe can only be a lady. The little mark shows up when she feels like it and at other times will appear gracefully in the wrong place altogether.

The Apostrophe Protection Society, established to defend the punctuation mark’s place in the English language, is calling on users of the inappropriate apostrophe to mend their ways, well they would. The Society probably has among its members the Colonel Blimps of this world who reside in The Shires expressing righteous indignation whenever an offending tadpole is spotted.

Taxi'sWith the demise of the greengrocer one might have expected the apostrophe to disappear from our streets, only appearing in its correct place, firmly disciplined within articles in The Times. But no, a new group has taken up the baton, and if anything in London at least is more numerous than the late lamented greengrocer.

Road works. Hundreds of them, in every street there is an urgent need to dig a hole and leave it for posterity. And many holes need the familiar temporary yellow road sign that in many cases states the obvious.

The writer of the many road signs might not have apples and pears to sprinkle with fairly punctuation dust, but they have surfeit of roads, streets, parks, squares . . . and yes cab’s.

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Sartorial sponsorship

29 August, 2011 at 11:59 pm | Posted in Driven mad in London | Leave a comment
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carry_on_cabbyI read last week that Abercrombie and Fitch are to pay Mike “The Situation” Sorrentino – no I haven’t heard of him either – a star of MTV’s hit reality show Jersey Shore a small fortune NOT to wear their iconic clothing; so it occurred to me that an approach could be made to Marks & Spencer with a similar proposition.

Now, I’m the first to admit that when driving a cab my sartorial sense and that of my colleagues leaves a little to be desired, unlike the model confidently sporting Mark and Spencer’s Blue Harbour range who always looks relaxed and elegant clearly an image the company wish to promote.

Compare and contrast that look with some of my colleagues; one wears a fedora, promoting the advertising on his cab, very elegant in Cuba, a little incongruous in the front of a London cab; others support baseball caps, while a favourite in winter is your woollen tea cosy. Mind you it’s hardly surprising that head protection is deemed de rigueur by some cabbies; during heavy rain my last cab would deposit a copious deluge upon my head whenever I braked.

Another problem known as leather a**e is the result of sitting too long, for when alighting from one’s cab, a view of your rear resembles that of an elephant leaving a firm of French polishers. With a crumpled shirt from wearing a seat belt for 10 hours and a wrinkled countenance courtesy of just about every driver in London we hardly have the clean youthful looks promoted by fashion gurus.

If you want stylish looks you have to look to our aquatic cousins the gondoliers of Venice who are probably the most elegant cabbies in the world; mind you at their prices they can afford to be kitted out by Armani.

Now summer is almost over I had better dust off my muffler and flat cap; that is unless Locks the hat makers contact me first with an offer I can’t refuse.

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Eyes forward

16 August, 2011 at 12:12 pm | Posted in Driven mad in London | 2 Comments
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Driving a London cab gives you a panoramic view both of the road and into other drivers’ vehicles as they stop beside you and it was with that advantage a couple of years ago I noticed that some prestige cars not only had a built-in Sat-Nav but that the same screen could show a video.

I found that surprising, as my understanding of traffic law was that any monitor must not be visible to the driver; somehow the car manufacturers had managed to circumvent the regulations by ensuring that the device turned off the image when the car moved forward. So that was alright then! Watch TV while sitting at the lights, rather than watching any jaywalking pedestrians, and once your top-of-the-range limousine reaches 5mph you can concentrated on your driving.

This was followed by putting monitors on the back headrests in the manner of an aircraft, anyone who has children must have felt that that was a Godsend, who hasn’t tried to drive with the kids in the back bored and nagging? Every parent knows the stupefying effect that television has on the young – and not so young – so moving image just inches from their noses would keep them quiet all day.

But now not content with a myriad of distractions: Radio (DAB, FM, MW LW); CD players; i-pod compatible; Sat-Navs; even staring at the 2-inch screen of an i-phone, more and more I see drivers watching TV as they drive for unlike their expensive counterparts, the cars they seek to emulate, its image doesn’t turn off while the vehicle is on the move. So with one eye on the road they can watch the latest music video or shoot-em-up flick.

If a driver was foolish to talk on his mobile phone whilst driving he could expect three points on his license and a £60 fine, but I’ve yet to read of anyone prosecuted for watching the latest Lady Gaga album whilst driving through London’s congested streets.

The wider question must be is that how can anyone watch a television programme or movie with the distractions of driving? How can they watch anything in bite-sized chunks? Do they only have an the attention span of the time it takes the light to return back to green or is it that they are so addicted to the moving image it doesn’t really matter what is showing as long as something appears on that little screen.

There have been numerous studies on our television habits. In May last year the Broadcasters’ Audience Research Board found that viewers were watching more television than ever before, concluding that the average number of hours each person spends in front of the television each week has risen by more than 8 per cent. to 30 hours 4 minutes. Thinkbox, the British marketing body for commercial broadcasters, defended this rise by stating that the greater choice offered by digital television, new technologies such as digital recorders, on-demand services and yes, it’s been blamed again, the recession is encouraging people to spend more time at home. The watching of television whilst driving apparently did not enter their radar.

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All in the best possible taste

26 July, 2011 at 12:25 am | Posted in Driven mad in London | Leave a comment
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It was said of the Americans during the war that they: Were over sexed; over paid; and over here. Now in London there is a new invasion at this time of year, this time it’s the boys from Qatar. For the weeks preceding Ramadan large numbers of rich Middle Eastern people come here to escape the heat of their summer, some bringing with them their high-performance cars each worth hundreds of thousands of pounds. Ferraris, Bentleys, Porches, BMWs and Bugatti Veyrons many sprayed in garish colours or with their body panels chromed in the manner of the Mods of the 60s. Known as billionaire bling-mobiles, last year vehicles matt black or full chrome was preferred, while in this year’s compliment pink seems to be the colour of choice.

Congregating around Harrods in the evening hundreds turn up just to walk and talk, but the rich few, thought to include members of the Qatari extended royal family bring along their cars much to the delight of car enthusiasts who turn up regularly to watch and video these supercars.

All that would be find if it was just Knightsbridge’s version of the Motor Show, unfortunately it’s more like Top Gear. Probably with the little encouragement from their fans they race their super cars around the area through the night, much to the annoyance of the locals trying to sleep. Traffic regulations are often ignored by going up one ways streets counter to the oncoming traffic, speeding or just racing around the small smart squares of Knightsbridge.

In contrast the young men also like to travel around London by rickshaw, but unlike London’s other summer tourists they insist that the rickshaw has their music of choice blaring out at 200 decibels.

Well, this year the swallows have flown home early after complaints from the well-heeled residents of Knightsbridge, a police crack-down last week discouraged many boy-racers and saw them leave London for more a accommodating European city – but you can bet next year they will be back; this time with even more expensive outrageous cars.

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