This oik was a bloke-on-a-bike. I won't give him the title of cyclist, because he doesn't deserve that honour.
Having stopped near Berwick yesterday morning, on a drizzly minor road, to specifically photograph some terrible potholes I knew would 'still be there' (bless East Sussex CC), I thought I'd photograph little Bradley in one of them (Instagram: @mr.rigs if anyone's interested), and noticed this chap approaching me. I'd just got my phone out and as he cycled past I said "Morning" to him, and his reply was: "Put your fucking phone away!"
I replied: "I'm photographing potholes!" And as I was so incensed by his outrageous and wholly unwarranted outburst at me, concluded with: "You fucking knob head!" and "Nutter!" That seemed the most appropriate recourse (apart from chasing him on the bike that is). Seemed the best way to deal with him… like with like.
He cycled down the road, mumbling and ranting, interjected with a few effing and jeffings. You think to yourself: "Why, in all this world, does my life have to cross paths with some lunatic like this?"