I chopped up a boy racer on a roundabout yesterday - felt good like pissing in a wetsuit! Little clown gave me a stern talking to from behind his window but the full effect may have been lost to me as I marvelled at his peaked woolly cap worn on a jaunty angle. Afterwards I realised I should have followed him and initiated a robust discussion about indicating when exiting roundabouts, illegal lane changes, and getting dressed in the dark. Another day...
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