• This morning just after leaving home I was riding along Plumstead High street. A car coming from the other direction was waiting to turn right into a side road, no actually he didn't wait that was the problem. I run into the side of him on to the bonet and off onto the ground. Now we have a bad situation, a ginger man with alot of adrenaline pumping through his vains. (I may just add that last time I was hit by a car they drove off so I have added resentment) So I get up and in my rage punch his window. We argue some thing like this,

    me: what the f**@k do you thing you are doing?
    him: you should have stoped for me!
    me: what the fu@k! It was my right of way!

    bla blaa bla

    any way took his number plate and checked my bike and rode off to work. After 15 min and the adrenalin rush has subsided my han hurts, I take of my glove and it is very twisted. Hmm at Greenwhich by now so may as well continue. After another 10 min i can't use my hand and have to cyle one handed from Surry Keys to Euston. Had my morning not been bad enough some twat on a mbt yells at me for nit going fast enough.

    I get to work excusse my self and go to hospital. My hand is broken. Get checked out, passout, get oxygen and told that we shall see how it heals I may need to have one of my knuckles removed.

    Moral of the story. Don't be a short temperd idiot like me and punch cars.

    P.S do you think I should report the insident, or has me being an idiot mean that I could get in more trouble that the driver.

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