This happened

On the way home I watched a man cycle past a heap of rubble. Luckily he had a helmet on and the rubble was fenced off. Or maybe the cyclist was fenced off. It's a matter of perspective. I also listened to Isaac Hayes and my car averaged 62.3 mpg. This goes some way to prove that I don't drive like a maniac: The mpg figures, not Isaac Hayes. It would have been in the high 63s but the last mile or two before my house is uphill. I do accept that this isn't conclusive proof of my unmaniacal tendencies as I suspect that the majority of tree-huggers are maniacs. If you've read this far I feel it is only fair to tell you that I am responsible for wasting approximately 35 seconds of your life... and ten minutes of my own, as it always takes longer to write than to read.