Had a lovely ride, via Clapham Junction. Till I got close to home, when I got almost sideswiped by a van who Had To Pass The Cyclist. He held me up from thereon until he took the ratrun turn, where I said something incautious, which I hadn't expected him to hear. Screech of brakes, skidding tyres, and drivign striaght at me. I hopped onto the kerb, and rode up some random drive. He left.
He's still a twat.