Our road is a narrow residential road with speed bumps and a 20mph limit. It's got one of those polite little signs advising you to slow down and showing you your speed.
I see drivers doing in excess of 30mph down the road every single day.
The Police have been informed, turn up every now and then in high viz jackets and brandishing a radar gun and get precisely nobody! - as far as they're concerned there is no problem.
But surely the frowny face is punishment enough.
Maybe we should pout at burglars. Stern looks for murderers. That'll show them the error of their ways. That way we can keep the prisons free for proper criminals, the truly diabolical, the lowest of the low, those for whom no punishment is too great, too dire, too unusual. You know who I mean. TV licence dodgers and their lowly ilk. Tonnes of speeding metal. Dead kids. Sun in my eyes, mate, dazzled I was. Nerves playing up, touch of sciatica. Momentary lapse, that's all. My solicitors says I'm sorry but I'm not careless. Accident, that's all. I'm hardworking. My character is good. Spotless. Other than the few points on my licence. Going a bit fast, that's all. Everyone does it. In a hurry. No crime there.