I am tempted to encourage it now that the 'Zil' lanes are open for the putrid circus that is the Olympics. Back in the day, when I was a wage slave, my main entry into London was along the M4 and then onto the Cromwell Road. I can remember spitting imprecations when they set aside one lane of the M4 for buses and taxis only. Today however, we have the 'Zil' lanes reserved for the various international dope fiends pretending they are better athletes than the great Sir Roger Bannister than which etc, etc., and also the stinking rich, greasy-fingered 'Zillionaires' who believe themselves to be above mere mortals because they run this ridiculous, overblown charade we call the Olympics. So, whilst we, the proles and the plebs, queue in the simmering heat, these charlatans sweep past us as though by divine right. Well, I suggest we all take some rotten veg with us in our cars - tomatoes are very useful at this time of the year because they quickly go squidgy. Then, as you see these poltroons cruising by let 'em have it with a constant bombardment of anything soft and preferably smelly! Of course, I will not be taking part myself because I'm not an activist. Indeed, the Memsahib will confirm that she has never met anyone less active than me - or so she keeps telling me. Consider me an agent provocateur!