AS most of us know only too well, Worcester has a chronic parking problem. And just as there’s no shortage of vehicles, there’s no lack of people complaining about that fact.

Consequently, there are plenty of examples of how resentment and frustration can so quickly come bubbling to the surface.

For example, the insane bus lane in Newtown Road has caused massive amounts of grief to anyone unfortunate enough to be caught in the vicinity. Many say it’s a farce and few would argue with them.

Oh yes, and while we’re at it, just because I have in the past praised Derek Prodger doesn’t mean I support this particular lunacy. If people are going to make thick comments regarding Newtown Road on the Worcester News website, it might be an idea if they plugged in their brain as well as the laptop and actually got their facts straight.

Nevertheless, there’s no denying that there is no solution to congestion short of a return to the 1950s. And come to think of it, this wouldn’t necessarily be a bad idea.

Take St John’s as an example.

Many roads across the village-inthe- city are now clogged with students’ vehicles. Yes, students, you know them – the people who say life’s so hard and expect the taxpayer to pay for their lifestyle choice.

Call me Mr Nostalgia, but didn’t students used to be content with a pushbike and maybe a pint of mild at the Saturday night dance? What are these monsters that we’ve created, this new gluttonous breed that devours consumer goods with all the feeding frenzy of pilot whales hitting sardine shoals?

Then there’s this wretched habit of parking on pavements. The worst culprits are the new upwardly mobile who cannot imagine life without owning a small bus.

The trouble is that these kindertrucks so often end up on the pavement, which is actually against the law – read section 145 of the Road Traffic Act if you don’t believe me.

However, the underlying problem is the emergence in recent times of the multi-car family which means two cars for the parents and at least one for any children who have passed their 17th birthday.

Of course, it can’t go on forever.

But in the meantime, many of us will just carry on as if it’s all someone else’s fault.