Going to work on a night shift on Wednesday, going down a badly lit street while overtaking parked cars, and meeting a POB coming towards me.
Me: 8-LED rear light, one row set to flashing. Cateye rechargeable decent front light. Headtorch. Yellow and reflective winter jacket. Matching gloves. Reflective trim on bib03/4s.
Him (from his voice): all black clothing. Hood up. No lights at all. Sitting bolt upright on the BSO as he needed both hands for the phone he was using, the glow from the screen being the first thing I actually saw of him as he rode up the centre of the road.
Me: "Idiot"
Him: [Doesn't really matter. No great invention employed in his invective]
Me: "Get some sodding lights, dickhead"
The only thing that would have made the event a full bingo card would have been a Magic Plastic Hat worn on the back of his hood.