So out and about this week in God's Own Country (Copyright every Yorkshireman in the world ever) and once again I'm virtually reduced to tears by Leeds' road network. I don't think there's another city in the country outside of perhaps London that so regualrly drives me to steering-wheel-chewing fury and silent weeping. I can only imagine its road layout was designed on a friday afternoon after one too many pints of Tetley beer at lunchtime given the frequency with which confusion is engendered in the poor driver. The chief bug-bear is the way lanes suddenly switch with no apparent warning. You can quite happily be waiting at a set of traffic lights confident that your vehicle is pointing in the right direction when 100yds down the road suddenly the lane you want is three traffic-choked carraigeways to your right. This doesn't seem to happen once or twice but at every other junction, until you are swept along by the tide of grim-faced commuters until you end up in Hunslett or Beeston or somewhere far, far away from your intended destination.
And don't get me started on the city centre loop either. It seems that you need to speed round and round and round until you attain escape velocity some hours later.