The municipal incompetence marring a good night out

As I sat shivering in a lay-by on the A34 late last night - the rain venomously thrashing down on my suddenly kaputt car - and awaited rescue by the AA, I had plenty of time to ponder some of the most profound questions of existence. Like: why had I bought the new U2 album - against every fibre of reason in my being - from a service station earlier that day, instead of, say, a handy emergency supply of chocolate? And: is a trip to the theatre ever worth the risk of cold, hunger, deprivatio...

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