Got the good old beep, beep, beep, BEEP from the car that pulled up behind me at the lights yesterday. I had the temerity to be in primary and to be doing nothing other than waiting for the lights to change. No one was going anywhere. Goes without saying that a bullet-headed buffoon then stuck his head out of the window to utter a stream of abuse (I'm still puzzling over 'gay cunt'). I just ignored it, life is too short, and I'd be better off trying to communicate with an amoeba. He probably missed by back wheel by millimetres taking the left turn behind me while I went straight on.
OK, it was Nottingham, which is a shit hole, but that kind of thing gnaws when you think about it. I don't get random abuse shouted at me for walking for the pavement, nor would I expect to. I can half understand it when tempers get raised after an interaction, but really, for just being there, patiently occupying a piece of uncontested road space?
Driving in general up there makes London seem positively friendly, you forget how used drivers are to cyclists in the capital. It was nice to get back and scoot (headwind willing) through the big smoke. Bonus homecoming points for the large lady taking a very public piss outside Peckham library and yelling "I don't fucking care" (which she evidently didn't).