Doubtless a lot of people feeling a bit sheepish today (in more ways than one). Those hours spent queuing at the petrol station (burning fuel at 2p per minute), not looking like a good plan.
But, part of me is slightly nostalgic for the 2000 fuel protests. A week where Britain pulled together (or pushed if you'd neglected to stock up). Those of us who could still drive tooting our horns at the boys on the barricades - a loose collective of red-necks, fox killers and neo-nazis. People who in normal circumstances we'd cross the road to avoid.
A week where "I've ran out of fuel" stopped being a rather hackneyed excuse for a knee trembler in a lay-by, and became a universal cop-out for everything from England's mixed performance in Europe to global warming.
A week where British Bulldog spirit showed the world. We fought in France, we fought on the forecourts, we fought in the supermarket aisles; to the very last Fray Bentos pie. With nothing to offer but 4 star, LPG and Red Diesel.
