Oh dear...


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You know those times when you can see a situation unfolding badly and there's absolutely nothing you can do...?

Cyclist stopped at the lights on the road crossing mine, turning back to the cabbie, saying "You call me a moron? Watch yourself son..." And this is not a small chap. This is a good six foot of 'used to being taken seriously'.

But what he can't see but you can is that the cabbie is the kind of fellow the expression 'built like a brick shithouse' was coined for. A chap conceding an inch or two to Mr Cyclist in height, but whose neck girth is probably neck and neck with Mr Cyclist's waist measurement. Who is just this moment getting out of his cab...

Oh dear...


That's one way to lose your cab license.
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