Today my piss was boiled by arseholes on the single track road to my village. On the way out I encountered a Lycra clad twat who came straight towards me through the passing place I was just approaching and then shouted something at me that I couldn't hear. The wife was shocked when I wound down the window and, in best parade ground bellow, demanded that the fuckin' arsehole come back that I might have a little 'discussion' with him. She says that, on the very rare occasions that she has ever seen me even mildly in 'angry head mode' that it scares the shit out of her. On the way back, turning off the Rest and Be Thankful I was behind a wee Vauxhall and the twat clearly didn't know where he was going and slammed the anchors on at the foot of the road to the village, an arsehole in a 4x4, an Invincible by name, behind me starts hitting his horn wildly and pulls to my left and goes around us and then drives the road pathetically slowly and badly. The arsehole was wearing a captain's hat believe it or not. I could happily have torn him a new arsehole fuckin' imbecile. Lord most of the human race need exterminated !