Junction where New Oxford St meets Bloomsbury St - which, incidentally, is the first time I've done that road at rush hour....never again. Waiting at the lights, guy all in black on a SS - who we shall call Mr F - comes up behind me and tells me to move forwards. I tell him I can't because otherwise I can't see the lights above me (would have shifted sideways but so packed in like sardines). Mr F kindly tells me to fuck off before going round the island to continue up the other side of the road. So basically wanted me to get out of his way so he could run a red. My conclusion at the time: Mr F is a cnut. I stand by it.
Junction where New Oxford St meets Bloomsbury St - which, incidentally, is the first time I've done that road at rush hour....never again. Waiting at the lights, guy all in black on a SS - who we shall call Mr F - comes up behind me and tells me to move forwards. I tell him I can't because otherwise I can't see the lights above me (would have shifted sideways but so packed in like sardines). Mr F kindly tells me to fuck off before going round the island to continue up the other side of the road. So basically wanted me to get out of his way so he could run a red. My conclusion at the time: Mr F is a cnut. I stand by it.