What happened to the Rishi Sunak I knew at school?
I’d found my glasses, found the sign, texted my four-digit location code, confirmed my car’s registration, entered the number of minutes I wished to park, and was waiting for confirmation. Mobile tucked under my chin, I grabbed bags out of the car and was already halfway up the stairs to the hospital when I was electronically informed that my credit card had been rejected. Assuming there had been some technical mistake, I went through the whole process again. Crossly. This time I was transferred to a ‘technical adviser’ (aka a human) who told me I had ‘insufficient funds’, i.e. exceeded my overdraft limit. It was the straw that broke this camel’s back. A wave of impotence swept over me, and I crumbled. I sat on the pavement, put my head in my hands and howled like a baby. An elderly woman on crutches poked my shoulder and asked if I was all right.
‘No.’ I sniffed. ‘I just want to get to my husband and I can’t.’
‘Neither can I,’ she announced, producing a clean tissue out of her pocket and wordlessly handing it to me. ‘I don’t own or indeed know how to use one of those wretched portable telephones and I’m too old to learn. I simply have to kiss my husband before he goes down for surgery.’
I blew my nose and stood up. ‘I’ve got a mobile, I’ll do it for you.’ I held her crutch while she found her credit card. ‘If I give you cash, is there any way I could use your card? Mine doesn’t work.’
‘I think we have a partnership,’ she smiled wanly.
It dawned on me that pay-by-phone parking is an ageist infringement. It’s staggeringly impertinent to assume that every citizen owns a mobile phone and it’s particularly insensitive to impose this method of parking outside hospitals. I feel exactly the same way about the existence of all exorbitantly overpriced NCP and hospital-run car parks. They’re basically just profiting from misfortune and out to make a fast buck. Both visitors and patients tend to arrive at medical establishments in varying degrees of panic and the last thing they need is to fret about how they’re going to get rid of their car.
If politicians really want to ‘make nice’, I have a simple solution. I propose that every penny of our money they’ve squandered on fraudulent expenses goes towards setting up a free, nationwide, hospital valet-parking system. It’s payback time. Only this time we’d all benefit. Dave — over to you.
Keir Starmer wasted no time on entering 10 Downing Street in appointing his cabinet that same day. But taking longer are the junior ministerial posts – some still vacant – and the appointment of special advisers. Such aides often get a bad rep around Westminster, thanks, in part to the mythology of The Thick Of
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