A girl used unnecessary harsh language on me. Oh my. It seems I had the temerity to slow her egress from London Bridge by not wanting to risk becoming the filling in a bus and lorry sandwich. She actually pushed by me muttering something unsuitably foul under her breath before squeezing through the gap in traffic to get a whole bus length further along. It was ok though, I counted no fewer than five lights attached to her bag, bike, and helmet, so she'll be indestructible. Utterly obsessed with getting ahead of stuff, yet not really making progress, and in the space of King William St managed to shoulder barge a bus and bounce off a van. She peeled off by the Bank of England, to bless the good people of Moorgate with her charms, and her ninja cycling skills.