I need to report the most amusing thing I’ve seen in days. I was just up at my local mobility shop, asking about my next powerchair service (note to parents: they’ll email me). Rather sillily for such a shop, there’s quite a big step to get in, so I had to wait outside and beckon the lady through the window to come out and help me. (Should I be concerned that, when she did, she greeted me with the words ”hello trouble”?) Waiting for her, I looked at the big powered scooters they sell, mostly to old people (real cripples drive powerchairs – they’re far more versatile and practical). Through the shop window, I spotted the name of one of the big ones, and instantly started laughing my head off: it was called The Clarkson. LMAO.. I wonder whether that petrol-headed nonce knows he’s now a granny-mobile! What a great, great name for something that thinks it’s fast, but is actually quite slow and annoying.