London Bridge by night. Rush hour commuters can't wait to get home, and walk out blithely across Tooley St to the station across the ped crossing without regard to the fact they have a red, without looking for traffic perhaps, or, more likely, without caring that a cyclist is coming down the hill after taking the corner from the bridge. Only just swerved a guy in the very middle of the road there, calling out "For fuck's sake, mate!" A second or two after he shouts, "You had a red!" then, a second after that, on cue, the sound of the red crossing light going green for him and his fellow hurried nutters.