My girlfriend Jen has just come in in tears. She was riding in the cycle lane on a normal straight suburban road a couple of minutes ago, and moved out to pass a taxi parked in the cycle lane with its offside door open into the road. She did a shoulder check and gauged that the car behind her was far enough behind that this would not be a problem. It was a gradual moving-out, not a sudden swerve.
As she approached the taxi she became aware that the car behind had not slowed down or altered course, and hit the brakes and swerved to her left, coming to a halt in the angle of the taxi's open door. The car passed the taxi with a couple of inches to spare. She caught the car up at the lights twenty yards ahead, and the stupid woman in the driver's seat leaned over and said 'Maybe you'll stay in the cycle lane next time' with the classic self-satisfied motorist's smile. She was still holding her mobile phone in her hand, and had apparently been texting.
Jen was too shaken to get her registration plate, so there's not much to be done, but it's made me far more angry on her behalf than I am when something like this happens to me. It's interesting though that the two cold-blooded attempts we've had to knock us off have both come from a middle-aged woman in a metallic blue saloon car.