Yellow Vests block Major Roads, Cause Transport Chaos In France

Reuters reports French “yellow vest” protesters wreaked havoc with road transport on Tuesday by occupying autoroute toll booths and even torching some of them. France’s biggest toll road operator, Vinci Autoroutes , said there were demonstrations at 40 of its sites and that several highway intersections had been heavily damaged, mainly in southern of France.

The Bandol toll station, near Marseille in the south of France, suffered fire damage on Tuesday and the A50 highway was closed, said Vinci, whose network is mainly in the south and west of the country.

“Motorists should take utmost care as they approach toll gates and motorway access ramps due to the presence of numerous pedestrians,” Vinci said in a statement.

People have died in roadside accidents at yellow vest roadblocks in recent weeks, mostly at roundabouts blocked by groups of demonstrators. The ‘yellow vests’ protesters – named after the fluorescent jackets French motorists must have in their cars – have blocked roads and roundabouts across France since mid-November.

The demonstrations began as a protest against fuel tax increases, but have since grown into a bigger backlash against the policies of French President Emmanuel Macron.

Over the past four Saturdays, demonstrators have torched cars, looted shops and clashed with police in Paris and other French cities, although protests in the capital last weekend were smaller and more peaceful than previous ones.


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Are Manchester’s Gaybour Council A Bunch Of Dicks?

Street art in Manchester by Wanksy (image source Manchester Evening News – now censored)

Greater Manchester Council has since its inception been controled by the Gaybour party. Consequently in allocating funds to public spending projects in the conurbation, anything to do with ‘The Gay Village’ or the city’s ‘Gay Pride Day’ celebrations has been given far more than it deserves, projects relating to ethnic minorities have been well funded (gotta keep buying those votes) and anything that would benefit non – minority citizens is relegated to the ‘can’t be arsed’ list.

This has resulted in some problems, for example The Manchester Evening News recently ran a story about the mumber of people who complain about the state of the city’s roads. “The roads of Manchester are in an appalling state, especially around Bury. I have cyclist friends who have been hospitalised’ one resident comented on the website, “They damage vehicles. Sometimes it’s hard to know which pothole caused the damage because there are so many.

Now the case has been taken up by a street artist who as a tribute to his hero Banksy calls himself ‘Wanksy’. The graffiti merchant whose real name is not known has been dicking about for several weeks in the Ramsbottom area, spraying giant nusgers around the worst potholes. He told the M.E.N:“They damage vehicles. Sometimes it’s hard to know which pothole caused the damage because there are so many.When I’ve finished in Ramsbottom, I’ll move on to the rest of Manchester.”

He added: “I wanted to attract attention to the pothole problem and make it memorable. Nothing seemed to do this better than a giant comedy phallus. It’s also speedy, I don’t want to be in the road for a long time. It seems to have become my signature. I just want to make people smile and draw attention to the problem.

Speaking to Radio Manchester he said, “He added: “I wan to attract attention to the pothole problem. Nothing seemed to do this better than a giant comedy phallus. It’s also speedy, I don’t want to be in the road for a long time. It seems to have become my signature. I just want to make people smile and draw attention to the problem. It seems to be working, judging from the Facebook fan page.”

Some people may have been offended, but not as much as motorists who have had to fork out for a new tyre or face a bill of several hundred pounds for repairs to their car suspension.

And of course if it make Manchester’s Gaybour council look like knobs and aleterts a wider audience to the reality that the elitist Labour party doesn’t give a flying fuck about the concerns of ordinary voters, the protest has the full support of Boggart Blog. So here we go with a small exhibition of Wanksy’s best works. (See more at the Facebook fan page gallery – click ‘Back to album’ top left for slideshow)

Says Who?

Driving home from Sheffield last night after an enjoyable evening watching Alan Davies, well worth the £25 if you get the chance to go along,however SezJez says she’s never felt so young since she took her Dad to see The Stranglers for his birthday a couple of years ago, I elected to go along the A61 as opposed to the cross country and much more fun B roads that I usually use. It’s donkeys years since I drove along that stretch of the 61 and the bastards have made it a 50 mph speed limit. Not only that, at seemingly every kink in the road they have put up “Maximum Speed 40 MPH” and at one point 35 MPH.

So there are all the goody two shoeses, driving along at 39 mph then slowing dramatically to 25 mph at every slight deviation from the straight and narrow. Of course when they get to the street-lit 30 mph zones they all speed up ro at least forty, I presume because they can see where they are going.

And I’m driving along, calm but frustrated because even the sharpest bend on this stretch can be taken, at worst, at a good fifty, 60+ in the Polo and probably well in excess of 70 in the GTi, without straying over the white line or ending up in a ditch.

So it made me wonder, was it just a knee-jerk reaction to a bad accident involving an uninsured, teenage drunk, driving a car too powerful for his limited capabilities and showing off to the gaggle of peers in the passenger seats?

Or did somebody, an 84 year old, flat cap wearing, pipe-smoking, short sighted grandpa perhaps, actually go out and drive along the road at gently increasing speed until they were either too scared to carry on, or they lost control and crashed, or thier nose started to bleed?

Either way, if there is a vacancy for a road test driver can I put myself up for it, I can even supply 3 very different vehicles to do the test in. C’mon that’s got to be worth £50 grand p.a. of any highways agency’s money.

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