Because of road works on my usual commute, for the last while my route has crossed South Lambeth Road, where I see much fuckwittery from the Pillockton. This morning, I'm waiting at the lights, watching the ped timers count down from 10 to 0, and also a flock of nervous RLJers inching forwards and threatening to block my way. Countdown hits zero, I start moving and the buggers are still inching forward and actually accelerating. I do not yield and plough across their path, causing a pronounced wobble from the guy in front and some dismay behind him, while yelling "Get out of my fucking way, you cocks!". Which was probably more alarming given the current raspy state of my vocal cords. Hopefully they'll be even more nervous next time.
But really, the timers on that junction are visible from all 4 directions and the sequence of the lights never changes, so no sympathy for the idiocy. Don't they learn their route?
Because of road works on my usual commute, for the last while my route has crossed South Lambeth Road, where I see much fuckwittery from the Pillockton. This morning, I'm waiting at the lights, watching the ped timers count down from 10 to 0, and also a flock of nervous RLJers inching forwards and threatening to block my way. Countdown hits zero, I start moving and the buggers are still inching forward and actually accelerating. I do not yield and plough across their path, causing a pronounced wobble from the guy in front and some dismay behind him, while yelling "Get out of my fucking way, you cocks!". Which was probably more alarming given the current raspy state of my vocal cords. Hopefully they'll be even more nervous next time.
But really, the timers on that junction are visible from all 4 directions and the sequence of the lights never changes, so no sympathy for the idiocy. Don't they learn their route?