Spotted...

me: getting some sweet air over the bonnet of a silver vauxhall this morning on liverpool road, islington. middle-aged lady driver decided that it would be a great idea to turn left as I was passing her in the bike lane, without checking her mirrors OR indicating... (actually the first flash of the indicator was the last thing I saw before launching into the air).

i gave her a stern but not profanity-laced talking to. her excuse was "I'm so sorry, I was talking..."

no significant damage to me or the bike though, so i'm really only complaining about breaking my london hit-by-a-car duck. glad i was wearing padded mitts, though.

This is London my friend...

Glad you're ok. You're stronger willed than I with this stern talking to bollocks. I would've blasted her so fast her hair turned white.