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A little milestone was passed this week when I bought my first car. I learnt to drive five years ago. I wasn’t the sort of person that started lessons as soon as I turned 17. I saw no need, and waited until I was 20. After passing my test, I don’t think I drove for about another two years.

Driving has never particularly appealed to me. A lot of people find it strange that I am so fanatical about motorsport, but have little interest in driving on the road. But for me the pursuits are unrelated. I don’t see the fun in driving on public roads. I find it more stressful and frightening than anything else.

I was lucky because my home town of Kirkcaldy has pretty good public transport connections, so it was easy to see the car as a non-essential luxury. Almost anywhere I needed to go was an easy train or bus journey away.

The current commute

But the past year or so has stretched that idea to breaking point. I now work in St Andrews. Many assume I get there by taking the train to Leuchars then a bus from Leuchars to St Andrews. But I can’t be bothered with the fuss — plus it would be pretty expensive.

Instead, I have generally gone by bus. The plus side is that it is very cheap. You can get a ticket that can be used multiple times across seven days on any journey within Fife. This costs £23 a week. That’s what I used to pay to go to Dunfermline, but the journey to St Andrews is much longer, so is better value for money.

That brings us to the very problem with the journey — its length. The bus journey itself takes 65 minutes. The walk from my house to Kirkcaldy bus station is roughly ten minutes. The walk from St Andrews bus station to my work is roughly ten minutes.

So basically I spend around three hours every day travelling to and from work. That is 15 hours a week. As far as I’m concerned, those 15 hours constitute a full day minus sleep.

I don’t mind the journey so much in the mornings. Even though I am not a morning person, getting up at 6.45am has not been as bad as I had feared. To my amazement, I have never once missed the bus — even if it has involved some Olympic walking in order to catch it. The journey itself is quite a relaxing way to start the day. I could have a wee snooze, listen to podcasts, and generally ease myself into the day.

But the journey on the way home was never so good. At that time of day, you just want to get home as soon as possible. But all of the biggest bus problems have happened on the way home.

There is a bus that leaves St Andrews at 17.10, which is normally fine. But what if that bus doesn’t turn up, or I have to stay behind a bit at work, or someone wants a stop-and-chat? I basically won’t be getting home for at least two hours. For some reason, the bus that leaves at 17.40 only goes as far as Leven, and I have to wait 10 or 15 minutes at Leven to hop on a bus that will get to Kirkcaldy.

The bus is seldom comfortable either, and it can be incredibly stuffy, even in winter. Less fuss by bus? Really?

The decision to buy a car

I became used to the lengthy bus journeys after a while. But it was a real drain on my spare time. The plan has always been to try and move closer to St Andrews, and somewhere that had a good bus connection. But that has taken far longer than I had anticipated.

The final straw came this week when I was trying to work out how I can get to Alloa to visit my brother. When the least fuss-free option was a bus journey that lasts well over an hour and involves changing at Kincardine, that was when I decided: it’s probably time to bite the bullet and buy a car.

It all happened quite quickly. It was not in my mind on Thursday. But I had more or less made the decision to buy a car on Friday. On Sunday, I bought one.

Choosing a Fiat

Fiat Panda 1.1 Active Eco

I opted to buy a Fiat Panda 1.1 Active Eco. I had experienced it as a passenger as my dad has recently bought one too. So I kind of knew what I was getting.

I find it quite an impressive car in terms of bang for your buck. I couldn’t find many cars cheaper that weren’t six-year-old French cars with a million miles on the clock. It’s nice to know also that the Panda’s fuel consumption is pretty good, and its low emissions mean that vehicle tax is £30.

The big thing I felt was the pride in owning a car. I hadn’t expected to feel anything particularly. But I realised that I have placed a lot of responsibility on myself. It is a vote of confidence in myself. The car is easily the largest purchase I have ever made. I think car insurance is almost the second largest!

It feels right to go for a Fiat. There was a big niggle in the back of my brain that somehow buying a Fiat would lead to me indirectly funding Scuderia Ferrari! But beyond that, I quite like Fiats and always have done. The first two cars I remember my dad driving were both Fiat Unos.

After that he bought a Daewoo Matiz, which is the car I drove whenever I ventured out before. But it did not seem like a robust car. Its screeching fan belt was notorious among my friends (it continued to screech even after it was ‘fixed’ two or three times), and it did not feel particularly confident going round corners.

That is not at all ideal if you are trying to drive on one of the windy, hilly roads on the journey towards St Andrews. I have a feeling that the Panda will be better to commute with.

The inevitable downsides

All except for one thing. I will not be able to listen to podcasts while driving. The car comes with an FM / MW radio and a CD player. As far as I’m concerned, that is like buying a PC that still has a floppy drive. At least with a cassette player you can use a cassette adapter to play your iPod through. A CD player is useless.

I love radio. I am also a big fan of DAB radio, which this car will not give me. I will survive sticking to bog standard FM / MW radio stations, but it will be a pain nonetheless. The Panda may be a great value car — but you still get what you pay for.

Who says I always manage to find the negatives?…

It seemed to be going so well too. In 2006, Scotland’s rail service was pretty good from my perspective. The route I take — Fife to Edinburgh — is meant to be one of the worst in the country, but I think it is fine.

Granted, I no longer have to go at peak time like I used to. But even so, I thought the service was pretty good. During the day there are usually two or three trains per hour to Edinburgh, which is pretty good going really. Delays seem to be less frequent and carriages seem to be less crowded.

This article from The Guardian also put things into perspective by comparing a Kirkcaldy–Edinburgh journey to other gruelling commutes.

If you are strap-hanging on train lines in England and value the remains of your sanity, look away now. It will do you no good to read about the record 88% satisfaction rates that Scottish rail commuters report, nor the £1.9bn, seven-year programme to introduce extra carriages, longer platforms and new rail lines across Scotland, or that train operators rarely breach their promise that no one should stand for more than 10 minutes. Even a recent BBC Radio Scotland phone-in on commuting struggled to find hair-raising stories. In fact, several callers bandied words such as “excellent” and “very comfortable”.

It’s true really. Things on Scottish trains have been quite good. And the current work going on at Edinburgh Waverley station serves as a constant reminder of the improvements that are being made. I was also becoming sympathetic towards First ScotRail for always being blamed even for things outwith their control.

But it seems as though ever since that article was published it’s been all downhill for Scotland’s rail passengers. The brand new trains that First ScotRail have been buying over the past couple of years are now developing more faults.

I’ve heard some slightly concerning noises, which is nothing much to report in itself. But a couple of weeks ago I was on a train that was late because of “poor engine performance”. The week before that I experienced a bit of a rarity — a train completely failing and being cancelled.

Now, after that period where we were getting loads of new trains, I’ve noticed some increasingly colourful liveries around the place. So we are now getting lots of other train companies’ second hand trains.

Apparently First ScotRail had lots of trouble with peak time Fife Circle services earlier this year. Major signalling failures, particularly at Haymarket, occur far too frequently.

More than one recent derailment at Waverley Station is also a slightly worrying record. And the fact that a heavy freight train found itself heading towards a passenger train is downright scary.

(There have also been some moans on other blogs, here and here.)

Sure, not all of these incidents are the fault of First ScotRail. A lot of the blame seems to rest on Network Rail. There are a few unacceptable problems creeping in for whatever reason, particularly at Edinburgh.

Now there is the strike that is currently taking place. Of course, neither First ScotRail nor Network Rail seem to be particularly to blame for this. That accolade goes to Bob Crow, who appears to have unilaterally ripped up an agreement which was almost reached on Monday. He comes across as power crazy. Mr Crow really must have a massive boner thinking about all the disruption he has caused to the “ordinary working man” today.

I feel the need to defend trains as a form of transport. As I woke up this morning I was listening to the morning phone in on Radio Scotland. It might have been my not-yet-properly-awake early morning head fuzz, but I am sure I heard some woman saying that she had booked a train for the first time in years today, and she will never be taking the train again after today’s strike.

That is a bit of a silly attitude if you ask me. So signal men go on strike on the one day she happens to have booked a train. It is a piece of bad luck, but it is hardly as though railways are particularly susceptible to strike action. I mean, what the hell is she going to do the next time bus drivers strike or something? And then air traffic controllers? With a stubborn attitude like that, she’ll be marooned in whatever wee dump she lives in for the rest of her life.

I have to say, even this bare-bones train service is pretty good. The train I normally take on a Wednesday morning is usually packed out, but today it was almost deserted (this was before the strike began at noon). I got a normal train back in the middle of the afternoon, and it was as if nothing had happened! (Mind you, I dread to think what the last train was like.)

Tomorrow we will still be getting a train an hour (or maybe two; I’m not sure if I’ve read information correctly) between Fife and Edinburgh. It is a step down from what we are normally used to, for sure. But if demand remains as depressed as it was today, it will be no big problem.

What is a real bummer is the fact that I am planning to go to Dundee tomorrow for a friend’s 21st, and there are no trains going any further than Markinch. This is the first time I will have done anything vaguely fun since new year. I am already making a few sacrifices for it (although I am determined to go, for the sake of my sanity — I’ll burn out otherwise).

It is very annoying for this to coincide with the strike. I will have to take the bus. I absolutely hate buses. They are uncomfortable, full of neds and they always take bloody ages. They are subject to road congestion. They are far less safe than trains. And they are expensive. And I always bash my head on the ceiling when I sit down!

Apparently there are no direct buses from Kirkcaldy to Dundee. You have to get a bus to Glenrothes first. And it takes about two hours. I don’t really have enough time tomorrow as it is. What a pain! Imagine if the trains were always off.

Have I been writing too much about queues? The good folks at Standinaqueue must think I’m encroaching on their territory too much, for which I apologise. But if there were to be a blog that was the opposite of Standinaqueue — a blog dedicated to avoiding queues at all costs — I think they should be tempted to write about a particular section of pavement on George IV Bridge in Edinburgh.

Standinaqueue has featured cashpoints in Edinburgh, but they have not covered the most poorly positioned cashpoints in the city. I urge William Deed to check them out if he gets the chance.

They are at the Bank of Scotland on the corner of George IV Bridge and Chambers Street. I pass them almost every day in my travels to and from university. Usually I am rushing to catch a train so that I can avoid the dreaded 35 minute wait at Waverley Station.

You might think, oh well, cashpoints outside a bank — not much unusual in that. But directly (and I mean directly) opposite these cashpoints is a bus shelter! When there is a bus shelter on a pavement, it probably halves the width of the pavement. So space on this patch of pavement is already scarce.

But with the cashpoints occupying the same space, any room there might have been for actual pedestrians to use the pavement disappears as you have people arching over and taking great care to shield their PINs.

And then there is the queue for the cashpoints. But this is where it gets even worse. Because on this piece of pavement you might have about half a dozen people waiting for a bus. So there is no space to queue for the cash machines. And if there is, how do you know that you are joining the queue for the cash machine and not the one for the number 42?

The answer is that you don’t, and chaos ensues.

Meanwhile, stuck in the middle of it all are the poor pedestrians (like me) trying to make their way past. Sometimes, nothing short of a very loud “excuse me please” is required in order to remind this mob that they are actually blocking a pavement. I might not be a important person but I bloody well want to catch my train.

George IV Bridge in general is a terrible place to be a pedestrian. It’s the sort of street where, particularly if you’re in a hurry, everybody seems to be conspiring to get in your way. People will come out of some restaurant or newsagent right in front of you, then proceed to walk very slowly.

“Just walk past them,” you say? Hah! Easier said than done. Besides the cash machine / bus shelter double whammy, there is some scaffolding there at the moment. There is also a bicycle rank, meaning that people will be fumbling to get on or off their bicycles. It’s also quite a busy street in general. Plus, if I were to trip over somebody I could find myself falling to my death on the Cowgate.

Sometimes you can get past, but often my only course of action is to do the walking version of the emergency stop (stop dead on your tiptoes), roll my eyes, and raise my arms in a way that says, “Why the bloody fuck are you getting in my way?! Your sorry, slow walking arse isn’t fit to be on the pavement.”

Yesterday I discovered a Facebook group called I Secretly Want To Punch Slow Walking People In The Back Of The Head. I would join, but it’s not much of a secret that I want to punch slow walking people in the back of the head.

MySociety’s latest really smart thing is Travel-time maps (via Boing Boing). They show you how long particular journeys take.

At the moment there are maps for rail and various other journeys from Cambridge. There is also a map for rail journeys from Edinburgh Waverley station. Very interesting, and potentially useful as well. It seems to suggest, though, that it takes longer than an hour to get from Edinburgh to Glasgow which is clearly not true.

It is shocking to discover that a huge chunk of the Borders — surrounded by lots of red zones — is completely inaccessible by rail plus an hour-long taxi journey. No wonder they are determined to re-open the Waverley line!

Immigration seems to be a big issue in America at the moment. Many economists from many points of the political spectrum have signed an open letter on immigration, outlining “the hard-won consensus that economists have come to” on the issue.

While it might be a hot topic in America right now, here in Britain it never seems far away from the front pages, particularly since the EU increased its membership to 25

A few months ago at university we were asked to go outside and as an experiment ask people to name members of the EU. We got some pretty strange answers — almost everybody said Iceland, and one person even said Crete! But almost every time, without fail, one of the first answers people would say was Poland. When I began to notice this pattern I asked one person why he said Poland. “Well, I read the paper, don’t I?” His lips said that one, although I could sense his brain adding, “And they’re going to take my job, and my girlfriend.”

My mother is one of those people who is convinced that the whole country is now covered in eastern Europeans. I can’t say I’ve noticed it personally. But my mum insists the supermarket is filled with Poles “or somebody with that sort of accent”. I always respond, “Mmm,” which is my polite way of saying, “I disagree.”

Tourism signs Perhaps my mum just thinks anybody who is white and has a foreign accent must be from Poland. They could be tourists for all we know. Tourists coming to visit Kirkcaldy? Nah. Mind you, whoever is responsible for putting up road signs (the council?) seems to think so anyway, as these new tourism signs near the railway station demonstrate. Michael Portillo recommends Kirkcaldy Museum and Art Gallery for its teas — fact!

Back to Poles though. I think I’ve only ever actually noticed one Pole working. I’m not certain about it though, but she did have an accent that sounded vaguely eastern European. It was a woman pushing a trolley in the train, and she was such a delight! Usually the trolley people are the most miserable people imaginable: shoulders slouching, feet shuffling. Their mumbling is barely audible, and they seldom apologise if they accidentally knock you with their trolley.

On the contrary, this woman was an absolute delight! She had a huge smile on her face, and she was engaging in conversation with the passengers. I’ve never seen anything like it. She lit up the entire carriage. It’s almost as if she was — gasp — happy to be pushing a trolley on a train. Who’d have imagined it! When I mentioned her to my brother he instantly knew who I was talking about. How many trolley people do you ever remember?

Apart from this, I have never had any experience of any Polish workers. One person I knew, though, said that when she was having building work done in her flat the British workers were all lazy slackers, turning up late and generally being half-arsed. But when they got Polish people in they were cheaper, quicker and happier. As a country, we would have to be absolutely bonkers to refuse these people the opportunity to work here.

I have such high respect for immigrants like that who do a decent job and contribute to society. It must take an awful lot of guts to decide to move halfway across a continent, into a completely foreign country with a different culture and where nobody speaks your first language — all to lay bricks or push a trolley on a train. I reckon somebody prepared to do that must be really desperate to do some work, and they deserve every chance they get.

Coincidentally, on the same day as the open letter on immigration emerged, Chris Dillow posted on his blog: For free immigration.

And then there was this post at Small Town Scribbles. She’s had a similar experience to me!

Leading a small life I’ve noticed nowt around here, but my mom who always has her finger on the pulse has noticed an intake in two of her local supermarkets.

But I’m afraid I may have to Fisk a bit.

One thing I have to pick a bone with though (oh didn’t you just know there was a “but” coming?) is this thing I keep hearing that immigrants do the jobs “that the British won’t do anymore.” Where the hell has this come from? Where are all these thousands of British people going, no, sorry, I’m not doing THAT!?

Well, here’s where it’s come from. It’s quite simple really. If British people wanted to do jobs as much as people from eastern Europe then the firms would jump at the opportunity to employ British people. But many immigrant workers are able to do some jobs more efficiently and for a lower wage than British people are willing to do. It is as simple as that. If it wasn’t the case then Poles obviously wouldn’t be able to work for lower wages.

It’s not about the British working classes being over-educated and all wanting plum white collar jobs really, is it? It’s about companies figuring that immigrants will take less wages.

Aah! Bingo! Correct answer, ten points. But…

Yes, those upperty working classes want fair pay for a fair day’s work, but foreigners know their place and won’t try and rattle the company’s piggy bank like those greedy British pigs. Grateful for what they can get, immigrants, they know what real suffering is. Not like the bolshy British.

…And this idea that companies are being “forced” to get immigrant labour is a white-wash to hide the fact that these compaines are ready to exploit whoever and however they can to make more profit.

I am sorry, but who is being exploited? As we have established, many immigrants are desperate to get such jobs. They wouldn’t choose to travel halfway across a continent if they were going to be exploited.

They call it the free market, they call it globalism, but without some kind of conscience being in play doesn’t this just fuck everything up for everybody long term? WMT can pay decent wages to local people, or it can misuse the people of a poor country by getting them to do the job at a cheaper rate. Isn’t it morally wrong to do the latter?

Err no. As above — nobody is being “misused”. No worker is being forced to do anything — immigrants are choosing to work here because they want to.

And if all the brightest and fittest people are leaving Poland to get a better life in Britain, where does that leave Poland?

Here is where it leaves Poland:

Many Poles abroad are learning new skills, languages and attitudes that will stand them in good stead when they return, as most do. Freedom of movement inside the EU means that, unlike previous generations, most Poles are not emigrating for ever.

Back to Scribbler:

And I know it’s market forces or whatever, but isn’t it just damn unfair to pay immigrants less money than they deserve for any given job just because we can?

Well here is the question: why would any firm in its right mind choose to pay higher wages for worse workers? Because in the end that would mean higher bus fares for all of us, and everybody — British workers, eastern European workers, bus firms, the lot — would end up worse off.

And remember this. Maybe to some British people the wages might seem to be “less than they deserve,” but why would anybody be willing to work for less than they thought they deserved, never mind travel across the continent to earn it? If the Poles stayed in Poland they would be earning even less. So why deny them the opportunity to earn some money here?

This is the concluding sentence that made me write this post though.

I would like however to at least have a little less talk about the British not wanting to do certain jobs, and a little more talk about companies not wanting to pay competitive wages.

In what sense is the company trying to avoid paying competitive wages? By employing Polish workers they are actually finding the competitive wage level. If anybody is trying to avoid competitive wages, it is the British people who call for less immigration because that locks perfectly able workers out of the market, thereby artificially raising wage levels. The only way I can think of (I’m sure somebody will correct me if I’m wrong) where firms could be paying less than the competitive wage level would be if they were using slave labour, which I assume WMT are not doing.