A taxi driver acted in a psychotic manor toward me. Cannon St -> Tooly street

that first part- asking him, even screaming: 'What the living fuck were you thinking you quasi-neanderthal throwback?'- is fine, getting in the cab is the dumb part.

regardless of intent, London is full of complete cuntios drivers.
if its a cab, grab their license number off the back of the cab, and report.

Like I said, the mist drew over me and when some cunt that has just blatantly driven at me tells me to fuck off - he ain't gonna get away with it without atleast feeling my wrath!

Anyway, just had a coffee, fine now