Having just arrived home at 21.30 this evening after spending an hour driving from Naas to Rathcoole, on to Newbridge and back to Naas I started thinking about the quality of the cars and their drivers on the road.

I am nearly 47 years old, and I have been driving officially for the last 40 years, and all the cars since my first (a super little 1981 Mini 850) to my latest (a 2004 Mazda 6) I have probably had at least 15 cars. They all had 1 major thing in common.

Tonight on my way home I had so many rear fog lights in front of me I initially thought everybody was breaking because of a speed check – No they all knew about the INVISIBLE FOG (read the James Herbert novel the FOG and then you will know what to be weary of). Then I thought maybe I am one of these people with extraordinary vision that I can see through the fog, but then if that is the case why do I wear glasses for driving and reading ?. Hmmmmmmmm.

Now my big worry is does Gay Byrne need to spend more of the Country’s money (actually it is really yours & mine – if you are a tax payer) to get STATE ENFORCED EYE-TESTS for ½ the drivers in this country. Its bad enough that he has to spend all this (our) money try to get people (young, old and in between) to stop killing themselves and other road users, but something will have to be done about the DRIVING BLINDNESS. Its F**KING Blinding me and creating a mood of Road Rage, and I am sure I am not the ONLY ONE.

I cannot believe OR can I that some drivers are so F**king stupid that they do not know about the warning lights on their dash. Where are the standards of driving in this country going if we are not heeding the warning lights?

Well here I am back from an exhilarating weekend in Rome, supporting the Irish Rugby team to an almost championship, but unfortunately we tripped ourselves up in Croker on our first occasion, and unlike the soccer all those years ago when Scotland helped us qualify for Germany, the Scottish rugger bouys just couldn't do it of us this time. Despite a certain NO TRY being awarded to France.

Anyway to get started with my complaint with a title like that. I hear you say what has 'fur coat and no knickers' got to do with Rugby and Rome.

Well we duly turned up in Dublin Airport on Friday morning at 06.30hrs as instructed, and took our place in the queue for Czech Airlines for Rome, the fact that we were sharing queue with a flight to Tenerife whilst American Air Lines took over 3/4 of the available floor space for their security desk and crammed everybody else into this little narrow queue is irrespective to my cause.

Now Czechairlines only had 1 desk open to check in about 212 people, so things were going mighty slow, standing about 10 ahead of us in the queue was the Fur Coat Set, matching luggage etc. you know the type - 'the Suits', probably wouldn't know a rugby ball from a testicle. Anyway our madam fur coat decides to leave her darling beloved on the queue and went to seek her friends, whom she found after about 5 or 6 minutes, well down the queue, but queuing all the same. She then decided to elevate her friends or promote her friends to the front of the queue where hubby was duly waiting, WITHOUT AS MUCH AS A BY YOU LEAVE FOR ANY OF US PLEBS queuing. when tackled by yours truly they (all 6 of them) chose to ignore the complaints from the queue and replied 'My friend is in a wheel chair', well folks this is the first 'INVISIBLE WHEELCHAIR' I ever witnessed. Granted friend did have a walking aid (crutch or some such item), and had it in Rome cause I seen him at the match on Saturday, but we never seen the wheelchair. Now I have nothing against disabled people, in fact I am often the one who helps them up or down steps with wheel chairs etc.. But I do f**king object when some fur coated no knickered assed bi*ch decides to use disability as an excuse for her friends to skip the queue when it doesn't exist.

One other disgruntled queue member did offer a 'Your Welcome' after all 6 had checked in their luggage, and received a 'Thank You' for a reply. What a f**king cheek.