It’s Saturday morning, the weekend’s here, the weather’s lousy, but there’s more international rugby on the tube so we can legitimately just fester at home and have chill out. Fantastic!

Actually I have a few plans I’d like to bring to fruition over the weekend. As a devotee of the ovoid I certainly intend festering in front of the rugby, but I’m aware there are things I need to sort out, so must spend some time working too. Top of my to-do list is my office; the room seems to have become so much of a dumping ground recently I can hardly get through the door and I lost the scanner under the mountain of crap on my desk weeks ago!

Have you all seen the BBC’s latest bit of research? I’m talking about their projected costs for us poor suckers if the government’s ‘pay as you drive scheme’ comes to fruition. One of the guinea pigs, a midlands based commuter, has a daily journey not dissimilar to my own and apparently his monthly charge is likely to be around £125: I was gob-smacked to read that he was reported as being happy with the idea of paying out an extra £1500 a year to use the roads. Completely ridiculous!

So anyway I got to thinking. If I can take my office by the throat and strangle the life out of the muddle-beast that’s been making its home in there recently, I’m bloody well sure I can also sort out the utter mess the Department of Transport seems to have become. Anyone want to lend a hand?