Well done Angry Mr Cyclist Man

Every morning my run to work is fraught with worry as I gamefully decide precisely the right moment to cut across the last couple of metres of bus lane and get into the lane I want for a big roundabout. Seriously, this is a big issue at ten past eight in the morning.

Usually, there will be a few commuters who simply cannot be bothered to wait, and just ignore the rules, driving down the whole length of the bus lane, thereby saving themselves a vital 30 seconds or so. This morning, though, the bus lane was full. Completely.

And because it was full of cars, people began to panic, thinking they wouldn't be able to get across later, and so they joined the back of the big queue. I didn't, because I can actually stay in the right hand lane and get where I want to go, it's just usually a bit slower.

Anyway, you have the scene now - lovely long strip of green tarmac full of things which are neither buses, nor taxis, nor indeed bicycles. Cue Angry Mr Cyclist Man, who, when cut off by a car in the bus lane, proceeds to shout very loudly at the driver of said car. And then proceeds to ride off down the road, kicking the doors of all the cars queueing in the bus lane. Genius.

I smirked to myself, comfortable in the knowledge that, quite simply, I am a better person than these people for not blocking the bus lane. Yay me. And well done Angry Mr Cyclist Man.