You may have seen my piece the other day about a cap over the M8; lots of people told me they support the idea, but the day after the piece was published, I got stuck, not for the first time, in the grind between junctions 13 and 18, and sitting there, stop-start-stop-start, the thought of changing the motorway, or improving it, or even mitigating its worst bits, suddenly seemed a bit hopeless. The lines of cars stretched out in front and they were telling me: it’s always going to be like isn�
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