I was in the left hand lane of a road yesterday, indicating I was turning left. Checked mirrors - nothing behind me. Just as I was turning I saw a cyclist in my wing mirror coming up on my inside. He was dressed in black, on a black bike and no helmet. Luckily I was able to pull out a bit but if I'd hit him it would have been my fault. Like something along the lines of what Tim Wonnacott is known to say 'there was only a sheet of Bronco between us'. Just thinking about it makes me shaky.
If heaven is so wonderful, why do people pray to stop someone going there
What household chore have you got completely wrong?


I just wish someone was around to fine them.