Kibo …

Red car stopped at the lights.  AS I slowed down (about 10 feet from it), some cunt in a Corsa pulled alongside me, then in (all in the right-hand lane).  I pulled in front of his off-side front wing so that he couldn’t get by.  As the light went green, red car moved off, I started to, as did Cuntman.  I stopped, forcing Cuntman to do the same, but not before he rolled in to the back of the bike, so I just turned and waited.  He got out, telling me to “Fuck off – I’m late for work.”  I just told him to stop being a prick and waited.  He sat there, revving his engine, so I waited.  He then got out again, I told him to stop being a prick again.  At this point the light was red, so, as I was already across the white line, off I went, leaving Fat Brummie Cuntman stuck at the lights.

On balance, I win.  I got to work on time, calm and collected, where as Cuntman’s rectum has probably fallen out over his car seat.  I’m planning on being there on Monday for round two.