I am aware that my blog is getting grumpier by the day, and will try to have a better day tomorrow.
But on my way in to work this morning I got hit by a bloody cab. He'd pulled up to a stop in a side road, and as I crossed he suddenly decided to accelerate into the oncoming traffic (and me). I managed to slam both my hands onto the bonnet and inform him he was a fucking moron, slightly a la Midnight Cowboy, but - dare I say it - a fair bit cooler and meaner than Dustin H.
I then pulled myself up to the full, nay towering, 5ft 5 and bellowed through the side window that it wasn't his right of way and he should look where he was going.
That told him. I'm a bit scratched and bruised but nothing is broken. I am, however, delighted to find that I've perfectly retained my ability to swear really really well at people who deserve The Wrath.
And speaking of the Scarlet Mist coming down (ethical music lovers), Wifey has managed to get us tickets to see Mogwai tonight at the Royal Festival Hall, so my day can only get better. Bring the noise!
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