Ah, the London weekend drivers. They get all the way into town and just stop. So, that giant empty car park they promised was just a myth? In that case I'm just going to sit here in the middle of road.
Worst though are the texting pedestrians. The relationship between eyeball and phone screen is exclusive and monogamous. There are people who haven't raised their eyes since 2003. They've, to all intents and purposes, left this world into their own little bubble. They don't need to look when they cross roads. There are no cars, lorries, cycles in their little bubble worlds. I had to stop sharply the other week because someone crossing a junction didn't bother to look, and in a particularly intense bout of texting, evidently had to stop dead in the middle of the road. Had I been a car they might have ended up literally dead.
Reminds me, I saw a car smash on Sunday - VW Beetle pulled up at a zebra, couple of phone-teenager symbionts crossing in front of it. Idiot in a sports car comes flying up behind, not noticing a large cream-coloured car stopped in front. Cue the screech of brakes and inevitable crunch. (I couldn't see, but I wouldn't have entirely been surprised if the twunt in the sports car was on the phone...) He managed to shunt the Beetle across the zebra (fine zoological theme I have going here) just missing the people. They actually took another step before it registered and they finally looked up and noticed that they nearly been flattened. Some reflexes the youth of today have.