Who Do You Think You Are? The frikkin' Mayor?

Over the last year or so, Leeds City Council has taken a tough stance on some fairly contencious issues. First there was litter, which earns you a £50 fine. Then, it was outdoor drinking which would see you in bother.
Most recently, the Council took over the cities parking enforcement. Once the responsibility of the local police, it was now the council's job to annoy the white van man who was blocking the city's bus lanes with his hazard lights on by putting yellow stickers on his windscreen.
To be fair, they certainly told us. Ad campaigns in the local paper, bus shelters, radio stations, the whole caboodle. Eventually, Leeds City Council sent out their army of traffic wardens, armed with bright orange jackets and a military supply of pens and notepads. No double-yellow line parker was safe.
Now before you start to think this will turn into a Jeremy Clarkson style rant about the victimisation of motorists, I'll point out that I actually supported the Council in this "take no shit from nobody" attitude. The thing is, I could see it somehow coming back to bite them in the backside.

So to my suprise in todays Yorkshire Evening Post (which happens to be a local evening paper that is available to buy at about 11:00am), I read that the city's most famous car has been landed with a £60 fine. The owner? Only the Lord Mayor of Leeds, Coun Bill Hyde himself!
Turns out that some "over-zealous new recruit" as he put it, had put it issued the fine, despite the car being parked in the same place outside the Civic Hall many times before.
Now, it's not like the traffic warden didn't know. It's one of the rarest cars in the world, with the numberplate "U 1", so he could hardly confuse it with my Citroen Saxo.

Now Mr Hyde faces shelling out for a £60 fine. Thing is, he won't be shelling out for it, it'll be the poor sods known as the Leeds City Council taxpayer that'll be expected to bail out this idiot just because he's too lazy to use the multi-story around the corner.
If it were my call, I'd send him an ultimatum: Pay-up, or the next time you see your car, it'll be a baked bean tin.