Won't Speed Again

 'Speed awareness, sir?'
 
The quick and quiet answer was 'yes'.
 
In the foyer of the Comfort Hotel this morning there was no special gain to had from such whispered discretion. It was not as though our band of middle-aged males were queuing for cures to diseases we had brought upon ourselves by inappropriate behaviour. We may have worn 8 am faces like the denizens of an STD clinic and don't-look-at-me grey clothes; but our number plates had merely been photographed travelling at speeds...