Last Thursday, I was gliding home past a Dominos pizza - just after the fire station at Brentford when a hatchbacky type of car just - pulled - out...right into my path. I was watching, as you do, and did the wave through the back window - cheery like - 3w Tesco + Cateye 510 blazing away + 2 x flashing leds..

Anyway I assume the bloke inside the cage was having trouble moving a beer barrel because all I could hear as I drew alongside was a muffled selection of "Firkin..." "Can't" "Can't...firkin...

barsteward" - that sort of thing. And he seemed to be waving back at me As the road 'split' into bus lane and ordinary, I accelerated until I caught up and politely knocked on the window to see if I could help.
"You just pulled out in front of me back there kind sir" I mentioned...
He went nuts - like a dog straining on a leash - contained only by his seat belt. He tugged and tugged and he reached over... He slumped forward across the passenger seat then 'boinnnng!' He pushed the door open - straight onto my lovely bodywork creasing old Look pedals!. "Bam" the door closed again as the guy realised I was still upright and looking at him.

Scary too - mental prep. took place. I decided not to help him with his barrel and rode off, leaving him to stew in the traffic. Always the best policy...but I did fear for the ignorant fat sod - looked as though there was an imminent boil up of his internal fluids!