• "Oh hai!" to the driver of the, now not so, shiny beemer.

    On my way home, I'm approaching a T-junction and just about to look over my shoulder, before moving over ready to turn right.

    Instead of slowing down as expected, the driver approaching from behind keeps his foot down, leans on the horn and swerves around me into the wrong lane.

    We were that close to the junction, that if he had succeeded in getting around me, he'd couldn't have got back in lane and would have been at 45 degrees across it.

    I say "if he had succeeded" because he drove smack into a scaffolder's flatbed turning into the lane he was now in.

    Jumping out, he ran around to "get in my face" and launched into a predictably foul-mouthed and illogical tirade.

    Turning around, he was visibly shaken to find the three occupants of the lorry very much in *his *face.

    With a single gesture, the larger of the three silences the driver and, looking over the top of his head, asks "You okay Jim?"

    "Yes mate." I reply.

    "You get off then, we'll sort this out; see you in the yard in the morning."

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