Driving round Brighton these days has become like driving round an enormous mole heap.

Wherever you go, large chunks of the public highway are lying beside the bit of the road they once occupied or else little islands of concrete have appeared which narrow the road to the point of suicide, especially if someone has parked a car 6in too close.

What is even worse is the long-winded trek to get to the bit of the city you were hoping to visit had it not been rendered almost impassable by virtue of one-way streets which never go the way you were hoping to go.

North Street is supposedly only for buses, taxis and cyclists, except for the fact you have to use some bits of the street to get to places like Barclays bank.

If you want to get to the post office you have to take your life in your hands and turn right at a set of traffic lights which always seem to have more cars than the time to process them so you wait till the lights change and desperately hope to make it to the other side in time.

Having got into Ship Street, there is almost certainly nowhere to park even for the five seconds it needs to put post into the postbox.

If you want to do something really adventurous, like getting a motor vehicle licence, forget it.

As for disabled parking, that is something of a myth. There are spaces with writing on, which according to my dictionary spell DISABLED in large letters, but it might as well be written in Swahili for all the notice some folk take of it.

You can often see the same car parked in the bay day after day, often without a blue badge.

But one of the worst blows to the elderly and infirm are the new works in Church Street.

We all realised that while the work was taking place in the Dome complex, parking in the area would be difficult.

In fact, on Sundays during the Philharmonic concert season, it was not too bad because no work took place on Sundays and there was some room available.

Outside Southern Counties Radio there were disabled bays and a number of other spaces for those who found access to the Corn Exchange difficult.

Also, until recently, there had been use of the old Dome car park, on level ground and conveniently placed.

Now, however, the moles have been at work and after weeks of mole-like activity, a whole new bulge in the pavement can be observed, spreading like sticky treacle over the road and swallowing some of the car parking spaces, except for a few disabled ones.

Church Street is now congested and narrow at a time when the Dome has come back into use and more, rather than fewer, spaces are needed.

True, there is a car park up the hill but for older folk it is a hard climb and, late at night, it is not the most enticing place to visit.

Every time I go into Brighton there seem to be more traps for the unwary and I come home feeling I do not want to navigate my way around even more obstacle courses.

It is hard to see what the city council has against cars since they bring a lot of business to the city.

But observing the long queues of traffic trying to get into the centre as all the roads are narrowed on all the main access roads, I am amazed at people's tolerance as they queue to look at the latest burrowing work of the road moles.

I'm glad I know all the back-doubles but the day will undoubtedly come when I shall find that the moles have visited while I slept and my last bolt hole has become a sleeping policeman.

It can't be far away I fear.