As it happens, I'm in the UK at the moment and, as ever, it's such a joy not to be asked to prove my identity every time I use a debit or credit card. Against that, it's so tiresome to have to deal with a speed camera every hundred yards between north Leeds and the city centre. And a constantly beeping satnav.
Which reminds me . . . Just as Spain is reducing the maximum speed on her motorways from 120 to 110kph, there are rumours here that the limit will soon be raised from 70mph(112kph) to 80mph(128kph). Which must make sense to someone, I guess. But it's good to know national governments can still take some unilateral decisions within the EU.
It's a losing battle but, rhetorically, what's wrong with this sentence from today's Independent:- “Spotify is to restrict the amount of songs that users can play without paying.” Not to mention this sentence from young Mr McIlroy, who almost won the Masters at Augusta last weekend, describing the longest drive he'd ever made:- “It must have went 400 yards . . . and it could have went out of bounds.” Perhaps it's the Gaelic influence, as with the Irish 'bring' and 'take' constructions.
Finally . . . I knew it couldn't last. Hits to this blog totalled 250 for each of the last three days, against a pre-absence average of 150-175. Tonight, though, it's back down at 150. Ah, well.