Driving home late last Friday night, whilst approaching one of Chesterfields larger roundabouts (Tescos) I noticed a chap dressed in stereotypical council labourer ‘haute couture’ – grubby/oily/tattered hi-viz vest & matching woolly hat combo, riding a bike of unknown origin without lights across the opening of the junction to my right; essentially going the wrong way round the roundabout in the outside lane??
“Fudging ****t”, I said to myself and proceeded to negotiate the roundabout and head of in a northerly direction only to be confronted by the above mentioned fool now crossing my exist! As I approached him he began pointing and snarling at me - one can only assume this was a function of his complete gyroscopic failure and disorientation?
Good job he does not reside in Cambridge He’s be washing dog excrement from his ensemble for months.
Hardly the ambassador