Spotted...

Me, having a tear-up with a the king of all nodders at the junction of Kingsland Rd and Whiston St (supermarket mountain bike, wrong gear, you know the type). As I'm overtaking him he pulls straight out across the lane in front of me, his back wheel clipping my front and sending me straight over the handlebars. I, using all my self control, ask him if he is taking the fucking piss. He's positively foaming at he mouth claiming it's my fault. His logic? "How am I meant to see what you're doing if you're behind me?" My hand automatically balls into a fist and I have to muster all of my strength to cycle away. He RLJ'd and went the wrong way down a side street. TGIF.
OMG - what a f**ktard. Hope you're ok?