Every single car had my name on it.
Every single cab was a Kenobi Heat seeking black turd on the road.
Even the bicycles were at it.
The mopeds were all over the shop jumping in and out of every available nook, crack an’ cranny in pin-stripe suited tosspot fashion style with bloomin Momo written on the back of their heads.
There was even a granny in a Nissan Micra, pulls up to lights in the turn left ONLY lane, I’m in the middle straight ahead lane. She looks over to me with her big granny mustache. No signal, no “Can I come over your way young man?” so I’m not expecting the genuine, honest to god tyre-screeching yank over to the right she does right in front of me… Totally gobsmacked I follow her to the next lights…she leans out and goes…oooh, that was good, I’m like, “Mirrors?”, oooh yes she says, I should have warned you shouldn’t I…
Then there was the two Ladies from somalia…“I just didn’t see you…” Well you would have if you’d used the mirrors madam. NO, I just didn’t FCing see you sir…what love…you got kids in the back calm down!!!
Mad dogs and Englishmen…rubbish…its anyone with a vehicle that doesn’t have at least 600cc or more than 3 wheels you wanna watch out fer…
Ahhhhhhh lager!