I was tootling along at around 20-22 mph on the old bone shaker, down Westferry Road, Isle of Dogs when I hear a horn being blow vigorously from behind. I was in the middle in the road, wary of potential doors opening up from a long line of parked cars on a sweeping, tightish and narrow left hand bend. I duly turned and gave the drive the one finger salute, assured in the knowledge that I didn't have any obligation to hug the line of parked cars. As soon as the driver had the chance he over took me, and slammed his brakes on, causing me to slam on my anchors to avoid going into the back of him. Turned out to be flash blue Jag, the modern imitation of the Morse classic. The driver was a middle-aged hairy, bearded, pony tailed cockney yob, and was now level with me, wound his window down and yelled something like "you f@cking c@nt. I'll f@cking smash you off the f@cking road, you c@nt etc.". Clearly, a very angry and violent psycho. Luckily, my brain was engaged and I just looked at him blankly and said nothing. He sped off and turned left not far ahead. I have to admit, it made the old sphincter twitch! 
