I hate cyclists who think the Highway Code applies to everyone except them — I was nearly knocked over in town today by some muppet riding through a red light, who then pulled faces at me as if I’d done something wrong!
And I’d like to reserve a special place in hell for that bloke in Church Street who sells those little things that kids can put in their mouth and use to make animal sounds. I was followed around WHSmith by a nine-year-old making monkey noises, which is not what I need during my precious 60 minutes of lunch break.
Someone tell me it’s not just me?