I was driving home late last night and taking a shortcut through a small housing estate. The (narrow) road climbs a steep hill, and is inset on the left to allow cars to park. I was almost at the top when an old bloke in a Metro (or a Rover 100 if you own one), rather than stop where he was and let me past, saw me and accelerated down into the narrow bit. We stopped about 4 feet from each other, with no room to pass. I would have had to reverse a good distance down the hill, whereas he only had to back up about 5m. He shook his head and put his handbrake on. I wasn't in a hurry, so I did the same. We sat there, two stubborn male drivers, arms folded, for a good few minutes. Both praying that a car would appear behind us to unbalance the duel and make the other give way. Him staring at me, me pretending to whistle while inspecting the guttering of the houses. After a while he got out of his car and walked to may passenger door. He said that it was his right of way and I should back all the way down the hill to let him through. I asked him if he'd read his Highway Code. He said he didn't need to, as he'd been driving for years. I suggested that he read the bit about giving way to uphill traffic whenever possible. He was adamant that I should give way because the parked cars were on my side of the road. I disagreed because I was coming up a hill. After I made my point I reversed all the way back down the hill, leaving him looking puzzled, as he clearly wasn't sure whether I was right or just trying to fob him off. I know I shouldn't, and it makes me as much a Victor Meldrew as the old bloke, but it was quite a funny experience. I know I should have been courteous and given way to him, but I didn't.