Its not just cyclists that the bad eggs wind up.
In Cambridge city centre, one kid in a pushchair, other walking beside me, I went to cross the road, which meant goinh through the queue of parked taxis waiting for fares. As we were about to leave the pavement, one rolled forward, looking at me smiling, blocking our way!
Apart from the scare, this then meant a detour back behind his cab, out into the road, back level to where we'd been to start with (at the crossing point) and cross the rest of the road, whilst keeping track of the toddler, wresting with a buggie with a mind of its own, and cars going both ways (which had no business being there).
Nige