Constantly raging. At other drivers, cyclists, me. Then calms within minutes and pretends he doesn't know what I'm complaining about.
Says it's all in my head. Previously, I would bury it to avoid further confrontation that could go on for days but I'm sick of the denial.
Anyone else been through this?
What were the first ever records that you bought and when?
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic