The one joy I can take from this morning is being part of the collective action when the drivers in my one lane of traffic worked together to keep out the twats who went in the wrong lane going the other direction, who blatantly tried to skip past it all but got stuck, especially when they would’ve been better just waiting behind me when I was last in my queue.

No, even if you have an unnecessarily large range rover (for my suburban London area) with illegally tinted windows and custom licence plate, you can’t just indicate and try to force your way in. We’re now going too fast for you to do so as our light has turned green but yours hasn’t, as it does every time.

Yes, please hit my car exactly where my wife scratched it accidentally but we don’t want to pay for the repairs, where it’ll clearly be your fault.