enjoyed the old fashioned solid insults,

One of my earliest memories of my Grandad is someone carving him up in his Austin Allegro. He calmly wound down the window, loudly opined “you bloody tool!”, wound back up and drove on.

That and the guy who ‘punishment passed me’ stoped to have an argument a few meters up the road, but hadn’t realised the car 2 back from him was a panda!

You can’t leave it hanging like that – what happened?