Driving in London

This is not for the faint of heart, or for anyone lacking a sense of humour! Nor for anyone not willing to kiss a cop.
Ok, so you leave the M4, and go over the Hammersmith flyoverand it’s still okthis dupes you into thinking it’ll be a doddle. It won’t!
The chaos starts a mile or so later, taxis start swerving in and out around you. If you hesitate, you get honked at loudly but then again, they may have been honking at someone elsewho knows?
While your Navman calmly tells you what to do, you still feel slightly bewildered and if you take a wrong exit on a roundabout, it tells you to do do a u turn. … In the end I did two, after seeing others do it, but this was when my navman had stopped speaking to me.
Motorcycles just haave the life of the charmed — in and out, overtaking and cutting you up. Buses bear down on you as though you’re a gnat.
But you get to the vicinity, and thats where humour is all important. You phone the bar and give as much info as you can about your
this, then this. Ok you do that and — well you are still not in sight of the bar. You phone again, and another voice tells you something completely different. You do that — nothing. Now you have a choice; have a melt down and book a psychiatrist or, laugh and believe you’ll be there at some point in your life.
You phone again, and you explain as best you can everything you can see. Do this and then that. Ok, I’m doing it. You park thinking it round the corner — oh no, that would be too easy.
But. Two police officers come round your corner and having some sense you acost them (not too violently) and ask them. They haven’t heard of the bar but tell you where the road is. Being a good citizen you do as they say, and hey!!!
yeh, yeh, there is the bar! Hey hey!