The twat this morning knew precisely what he was doing - I could see him looking in his mirrors and approaching the stop line really slowly, moving from side to side as I moved to take the different gaps ... twat!
If I ever get given 24 hours to live, I'm going to spend it all on the bike, with a jemmy in a back-pack, looking for twats like this and beating the fuck out of their BMWs (it's usually fucking BMW's ... was this morning again ...)