I drive once a year for a particular job every June. I’m hyper-critical of myself, often tell myself off for being out of practice, but after fifteen minutes this time, had seen three people driving on their phones, and realised no one else was really driving well or paying much attention. Outside of driving in central London, it’s the first time I’ve felt I had to be as alert and paranoid as I would be on a bike.
**** the statistics, bad driving isn’t being measured by starved police forces.
Last week a guy on his phone rolled over a zebra crossing in front of me as I was walking over it.
Me: “[word that is a colloquial term for masturbator]”
Him: “**** you!” as he gunned it away.