I thought things came in three's. Not so-riding home through rusholme last night a pedestrian stepped out into the road, about 10 yards in front, enough time, you would think, for a polite but firm 'oy!' to sink in and be acted upon. Did he hurry up and carry on across the road? No. Did he quickly reverse back onto the pavement? no. He stood there like a rabbit in the headlights with me skidding towards him en route to headbutting him at speed, and then the pair of us being sprawled in the middle of the road in rusholme in rush hour traffic. That's four times in a month now- more times than I've had an off in the last five years. To his credit, he apologised profusely, accepted responsibility and offered to buy me a pint.