Okay . . . enough is enough.
The line has been crossed.
These bastards have got on my nerves for long enough, bounced up and down on them, and stretched them to where they have finally snapped.

Alea jacta est.
I have crossed my Rubicon.

Wednesday evening I rang Graham Bell, the front-man of TV's 'Police Ten 7', and a personal friend from way back.

"Contact your associates in 'Fair Go' Graham; I've got a story for them."

It's now eleven months since the bus was presented for certification; I've had no notice of needing to modify/change anything . . . so what has been the problem?

So I'm going to be the 'Star Turn' in a television programme.
Most certainly not what I wanted or desired . . . but . . . if it gets results . . .

The die is cast.