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It was the first time I had driven to York, I usually let the train take the strain.
It took almost 50 minutes to get out of the car park. There was a complete lack of stewarding and the car park seemed to be occupied by selfish, mindless morons who had absolutely no concept of queuing, who think they have some divine right to barge into the queue ahead of those who have been patiently queuing to get out of the car park . Consequently cars were converging on the narrow exits from all directions.
It was exemplified by a 4×4 driven by some foul mouthed slapper who took a circuitous route round the car park to avoid the queuing traffic and then tried to play a game of chicken with me and force her way into the queue in front of me. Having been queuing 45 mins and almost being at the exit there is no way I was going to let her push in. I won the battle but the foul mouthed abuse and invective I was subjected to was almost beyond belief.
Oh yuck – what a nasty end to a nice day. Must admit I walked back into town afterwards so missed all of that…
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Jeremy Grayson. Son of immigrant. Adoptive father of two. Metadata librarian. Freelance point-to-point / horse racing writer, analyst and commentator wonk. Loves music, buses, cats, the BBC Micro, ale. Advocate of CBT, PACE and therapeutic parenting. Aspergers.
Lest we forget: there used to be a York meeting on the first Wednesday in September (or last one in August) that featured both the Strensall Stakes and Garrowby Stakes, and the Friday of the forthcoming October meeting used to be Thursday: both were similarly ‘relaxed’ and populated by smallish crowds of turfistes. Those were the days one could really appreciate and enjoy well-endowed York
Absolutely agree with that.
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