Stopped at a junction yesterday. Red light. Waited. Bloke cycles past me, looks carefully, keeps going. Lights change, within 50 yards I'm past him. Overtake another two cyclists, then next set of lights (dagnammit, nearly got them at green, oh well...). Wait... Wait... One of the ladies I'd past caught up, waited next to me in the box. Second lady catches up, waits behind us in the box. Bloke catches up, ambles past, keeps going. Both ladies tut at him. Went past very soon, told him "Red light, white line, applies to you like it applies to the rest of us". Got a venomous face and "No it doesn't". "Yes, it really does" I replied and contined on my way. I think he gave chase shouting, but that was a fairly futile thing to do, he wasn't really up for a chase. I rarely talk to RLJ's, I think they're rather beneath me. But sometimes, sometimes I get sucked in and I give them a telling. Sometimes it helps (we get a lot of foreign kids here in Cambridge who genuinely don't know), other times they get shirty.