A Very Deep Secret

Ven ven at vvcrane.fsnet.co.uk
Thu May 10 21:22:59 EDT 2001

How could I have forgotten? I said the last time I was in Bristol was 
visiting my brother at uni but I was there later too, and there's a tale 
of bad driving -- a sort of travel jinx tale.

Four friends and I wanted to go to Bristol for an anarcho feminist 
conference. There was a van available, but nobody had passed 
their test. One of us however had been getting away with driving 
without a license  for several years, and another was close to 
taking her test. Yeah, I know it was sillier than reading while driving 
but we decided to risk it. Btw while I admit equal complicity I 
wasn't one of the drivers. And what nearly happened wasn't our 
fault. We were driving along the motorway, least experienced driver 
at the wheell when we noticed all the other cars had pulled over 
into one lane "Why have they done that?" everyone said before the 
reason became only too clear -- some eejit was driving  in the 
wrong direction, on the motorway, heading straight for us -- the 
only eejits who hadn't taken the cue to pull over. Thankfully other 
kind drivers made room for our little van to get to safety.

This was a visit to the other Bristol of run down streets, bright 
graffiti squats and dogs on string. (Plenty of students there too, of 
course). Ittook us ages to find the venue, too,  because on the 
photocopied piece of map it occupied a corner, which doesn't make 
it easy to find dsomewhere. Nor does the fact that we (alright then, 
I) mistook the railway for a road that we mysteriously couldn't get 
onto. No, I don't get on with maps................................  


If all the good people were clever,
And all clever people were good,
The world would be nicer than ever
We thought that it possibly could.

Dame Elizabeth Wordsworth, Good and Clever 1990
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