Something has to be said for delivering in Central London, and all I can say is AARRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHH. Did some builder’s stuff today, not bad at the outskirts but when you get to the likes of SW1, W1, etc then the mind boggles. The traffic is horrendous, people jumping out in front of you, bikes darting everywhere and where would we be without the dubious buses and taxis. Ritual suicide that's what I call it. It was a pleasure to get to the likes of Acton with less of the hustle and then to be able to spend more time looking where I was going instead of what was happening behind and who was about to undercut me or do a stupidly similar stunt. Makes you wonder where the London drivers got their licences from, Corn Flakes packet springs to mind.