Had a class incident on Sunday with a Range Rover driver. Other than him being in a rush, I don't believe anything had happened beforehand, in fact I don't recall seeing him in my rear view mirror until the island. So he tries to overtake me in the outside (nearest lane to the physical island) whilst also taking the turn I was, he runs out of road, because, lanes. Continues to drive up my arse to the next island, tries to do the same trick again but this time the physical island gets in his way as I'm also taking third exit. By which point I'm gestering to him to get in the right lane. Next set of lights, he pulls up beside me, starts calling me a c**t and to get out my car and he'll gave me. Amused, I blow him a kiss (I've learnt to keep my gob shut so my dash cam doesn't record my own coarse language, should I decide to submit footage to police and this gesture is excellent at winding them up further) and tell him to again learn how island lanes work. Once lights go green, he proceeds to go straight on, whilst again, being in the lane that was for turning right.
Utter twonk, It's a shame I don't have rear dash cam to get all his pricking about, the front dash coverage upon reviewing is nowhere near as exciting as I hoped it would be.