NOW I usually try my best to stick to all the rules of the road. I stand in line, never cut in and if there are no parking spaces you won't find me banging my motor in a disabled spot.

So it was pretty annoying when I was stuck behind two buses the other day on a new stretch of road in Eanam, Blackburn. You know the one I'm on about, the new double lane stretch with its own bus lane...for buses.

All that hard work and effort to build a bus lane and the bus drivers decide it's not good enough for them. What's the point? Why is life so unfair?

This is not a cheap shot at bus drivers, because they do a great job. I come from a long line of bus drivers and I know after writing this I am not going to be allowed anywhere near Leamington Road. But if they went to all that hassle to build a bus lane, even if it was pointless, at least have the courtesy to use it.

If I tried hurtling down the bus lane and was spotted by a police officer I'd get stopped, told off or even fined.

The whole point councils spend money on roads is to make life easier for the motorist. It's got nothing to with road works, months of delays and silly road junctions. There is a point to everything.

I'VE also discovered a new pastime. It's called 'Pelvic Line Dancing' and it takes place on Tuesday nights at the local hospital at antenatal classes.

Now I'm no Govinda or let's say John Travolta but I'm pretty sure those two high-class hip shakers would having problems making a number eight. And to do it to 'We Will Rock You' is even more difficult.

I DECIDED to practice until 3am the next day and can now do a W and a V back to back. Maybe that will impress our magnificent class leader Margaret when we meet again.

We were meant to practice it weren't we? It was part of the homework I think. Well that's what the missus told me.

The thing I couldn't understand though was why the blokes had to do it? The woman is having the baby and needs the exercise, so why make the fellas make fools of themselves?

Maybe it's all part of the 'fun' of having a baby.

Perhaps they should also give the blokes an extra bed when the woman is in labour and stick a bowling ball where the sun don't shine.

That way we can both experience every single moment of childbirth together!