I wasn't complaining, i've given up on that a long time ago. Made riding my bike more angry than fun. I now have a bemused grin on my face when riding in traffic normally pondering what the great hurry that every one seems to be in is for, especially since i can normally beat most cars up the 1.5 mile stretch of gloucester road i ride up on my way home.
Was just in an odd mood this morning and thought i'd ask the chap a polite question!
Hmm, maybe the mallet wielding is a good idea. It needs nails through the head to work really though, which could prove dangerous down at the deaner.