Driving from Central London to my hood in East London is often fraught with danger. There seems to be a dividing line between motoring sanity and motoring mayhem – it’s called the Holloway Road.
Cross the less than auspicious North London thoroughfare into Finsbury Park and you seem to enter a twilight zone of complete maniacs who are so oblivious to their surroundings that they are surely drunk as skunks or high on crack.
But taking out your motoring frustrations is never a good idea in London, because you never know who’s armed or got a black belt in karate and are willing to use it.
So, after a frankly nerve-wracking journey this evening, I am going to sit at my PC like a coward and vent in the safety and comfort of my own home. So:
- Up yours! to the Honda Accord that made a dive for a parking space and cut me up in Finsbury park.
- Screw You! to the numpty driving the VW Polo on the Tottenham One way system with the lane discipline of a drunk on a unicycle.
- Swivel! to the driver of the Volvo Estate who pulled out of a side road without looking on the Forest Road.
There. Feel better now. 
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