Clean forgot - I was riding down the cycle highway on the north side of the river from Blackfriars to Westminster on Friday evening, on my way to meet the wife in Pimlico, about 3/4 of the way along the riverbank and a woman steps out in front of me from the pavement without even looking. Locked up and scrubbed off most of it before I hit her. Her husband does his nut and starts bawling at me in a broad Northern accent that I’m a fookin twat. His wife is looking shocked and holding her chest but he’s more interested in having a go at me, despite the fact she stepped off the pavement right in front of me. I get off the bike and he comes at me, and I remember that I’m on my first week back on the bike after hand surgery and now have a right paw full of pins, plates and screws and punching a Fat Yorkie is probably not the smartest thing. So I square up and point out it’s a fucking cycle lane and he should be looking out for his wife rather than looking to act the hard man. He was properly red-faced and about to have a stroke, too.
@Hamham is right. People are cunts.