Its popular nowadays to vilify the traffic warden. Repeatedly, we are told that everybody despises them. When you’re trapped in your own house simply because some car drivers believe they are entitled to the pavement as well as the road, the traffic warden becomes your saviour. The only problem is there aren’t enough of them. What would a world be like without some kind of enforcement to protect our pavements for pedestrians? Pedestrians that are often the most vulnerable members of society: mothers with buggies; the aged and folk like me; even those making a stand for the environment on all our behalves.
Fatuous views like that of Top Gear presenter Jeremy Clarkson abound:
“No really. If you only have seven years left, that means the Reaper will be dropping round for tea and buns in about 61,000 hours from now. You therefore shouldn’t be wasting time by pootling to the garden centre at walking pace. So come on, grandad. The clock’s ticking. Pedal to the metal. Or you’ll be in your flowerbed before the plants you bought.”
― Jeremy Clarkson
Well Jeremy, let me keep on pootling to the garden centre if people will let me. Because after all, we all end up in the flowerbed eventually.
(For further insight into ‘Loving your traffic warden’I would highly recommend the following article by Katy Rice which appeared in 2013):
Also in the news (would you want to confront this chap about his parking – from a wheelchair?)