EVERY day on my way home from work it’s the same thing.

After driving over the bridge I pull into the far right lane in North Parade so I can carry on into the second-from-left lane in Dolday and onto Deansway.

It’s not difficult — especially not with the clear signposting and road markings.

But every day some idiot in the middle lane — which is clearly marked for The Butts only — decides to merrily swerve into the Deansway lane as if that’s what they’re supposed to be doing.

The fact that there aren’t pictures in the pages of your Worcester News from accidents there every day is a minor miracle.

And it’s not just here. That four-lane section at the start of City Walls Road before Lowesmoor is perfectly sensibly laid out, but half the drivers navigating it seem utterly incapable of knowing which lane they’re supposed to be in.

And the less said about that roundabout in Lower Wick by the petrol station, the better.

Of course some of these drivers will be unfamiliar with Worcester’s roads — not that that’s much of an excuse when it’s all clearly signposted — but the amount of taxi drivers, police cars and others who, in theory, should be intimately familiar with the city’s road system who seem to take great joy in changing lanes at the last possible minute is baffling.

These are all people who somehow managed to pass their driving tests.

Worcester’s road system is far from the worst in the country — just try getting behind the wheel in Birmingham, Bristol, Nottingham or, God forbid, London — so why it seems to fox so many is beyond me.

Just a couple of weeks ago I was a passenger in a car with a friend of mine who grew up here and spends a good deal of his time in the city as he happily swerved into the Deansway lane, despite being into the middle lane in North Parade. It was all I could do to hold my head in my hands and groan “what are you doing?”

So needless to say I’m firmly in favour of Adrian Clark’s Facebook page naming and shaming the city’s worst drivers. Hopefully this will at least make some drivers think twice about paying attention to where they’re going.

In the meantime I’ll continue to suspiciously eye cars on my left-hand side on the way home from work.