Rev-O said:
So: You can make one law . . . what would it be?
Mine would be to move the clocks forward an hour (i.e. move from GMT / BST to CET or whatever British time +1 is called).
Longer, lighter evenings would mean (imho) fewer road traffic accidents and reduced energy consumption. It would also help people with SAD and probably improve trade with Europe.
When I lived in Holland I loved sitting out till 11pm -- now I know they are a bit further east, but not much.
This would mean darker, colder morning yes -- but I'm sure we do more in the "p.m." part of the day than the "a.m." hours so it would be better to have the extra light then.
So. What would your law be? (And you can't have revoking my law as your piece of legislation!)
Sorry Ollie - but I would do away with the farce of incorrect time and cocking around with the clocks at all - the geographical time here is GMT (the name is there for a reason) - if you want to run your life on CET, there is nothing stopping you setting your alarm clock that hour earlier... if we didn't all work to the exact same 9-5 core then there might be some relief in the rush periods that are suffered? (I say this even though my work life is run on CET - so as I type this, it's just before 5pm even though I'm sat in Scotland and the time of day is approaching 4pm - yet my watch says it's just coming up to 3pm...) - end of the day it's a number on the clock - we must waste millions of productive hours twice every year in changing the clocks for no worthwhile reason at all apart from (flawed) psychology.
For my law - it's not a law per se - rather a stringent increase in regulations applied to caravans - draconian vehicle excise duty (five figures) on them with no rebates, MOT test and restrict their movements so that they can't screw up the roads every summer Friday, Saturday, Sunday - 3-5am (GMT of course :icon_lol
on Tuesdays & Thursdays should cover it.
No road or view has ever been improved by the addition of a caravan (or caravan park) - Wordsworth never wrote:
I wander'd lonely as a cloud
that floats on high o'er vales and hills
when all at once I saw a crowd
a bloody caravan park and there were thousands of them
If he went to his beloved Lake District these days, he'd struggle to find a view of any custard lakes - unless the camp site shop had it on special!