Twat on Lambeth Road pulled out from between two parked cars without looking properly behind, so I had to swerve almost onto the wrong side of the road to avoid him. I shot an evil glance behind me in the general direction of the driver as I passed (though I didn't make eye contact), muttering something unprintable by way of an assessment of his driving skills, and continued on my way.
Moments later... "Toot! Toot! Toot!" behind me.
Oh dear, what have I done... Slightly bricking it now...
I'm praying for the roads ahead to be as blocked as they usually are, so he'll get stuck in the queue while I continue on my merry way, but they seem to be uncommonly clear on this Friday evening...
Fortunately, there's just enough traffic to prevent him getting close to me, though I can still hear him tooting from several car lengths back. I weave through the queue after the lights at Camberwell Green then get a lucky break with the lights at Denmark Hill and I'm away and in the clear. Phew.
Note to self: keep your opinions under your hat next time. You know they're idiots. No need to provoke them.
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