I’d like to get home for Christmas please! (or When a van hits a bike).

I needed to just get a few things off my chest…that van driver who nearly wiped me out was a rude bastard in a place he should never have been. I don’t wish him any malice, I just want him to know he that he nearly ruined Christmas for a whole bunch of people…not least himself, but he didn’t care. In fact he was just angry – was he angry because he was late, or angry because he just lost his job, or was he angry because he got a fright?

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