Truth hurts

Spent the day at a very enjoyable Cycling Conference, the main theme of which seemed to be how Scotland is nothing at all like the Netherlands and hasn't a cat's chance in hell of being like the Netherlands so long as the current crop of 'won't recognise the answer even when it's made half a dozen presentations spelling it out in large letters', geniuses in charge of public spending control cycling infrastructure.

I don't think that was the message they intended to put across but in the coffee breaks I got the distinct impression that the largely pragmatic audience were taking that home, even if they weren't articulating that in the room.

The inner cynic, which I'd caged for most of last week at the corporate leadership training, slipped the leash at a workshop session but I doubt anyone noticed.