Drivers of Edinburgh, we need to talk

I arrived at the pub on Friday and spewed a torrent of anger at poor bewildered Steve. I had gone from school, into town and then met him at our local. I pointed out that he was bloody lucky I was there with all these stupid bloody drivers. (I was angry, I know all drivers aren't stupid and many cyclists are etc. etc. And helmet wearing, undertaking and red light jumping is a debate for another time. Ok?)

I had been forced into the back of a parked car by a big co-op lorry who seemed to think a cyclist needs but half a foot to cycle in (and he could see me, none of this blind spot talk - he had been a good way behind so chose to not bother himself).

Then there was an almost universal disregard for the advanced stop line. The little box at the front of junctions that allows cyclists to get away safely That's a solid white line people. And we know what that means.

Indicators. Use them please. It's helpful to know where you're going.

Now, young lady with P plates. please note, as you are reversing out of a parking space and directly into a cyclist who is wearing silly high viz gear, it is helpful if you stop rather than carrying on and hope that the massive swerve you caused doesn't result in a massive fall. Although I'm fairly sure that wouldn't have stopped you either.

And finally. If you are going to be daft, accelerate greatly over a very short distance to pass the cyclist rather closely and generally be an aggressive silly billy then don't get personalised number plates. Mr SNO9. It makes all your nonsense quadruply more annoying.

Thank you.

At the pub, I finished my rant and discovered I had lost one of my good winter gloves - already. I had a glass of wine or two then pushed my bike home - ready to ride another day.