Now I have 100% Irish blood (both sets of grandparents) and I love the Irish people. But what let's them down is the pikies that have descended on London. I suppose they are the equivilant of our UK chavs?
Today I had a horrible moment.
Leaving a car park in Romford there is a white 54 plate transit connect (the small one) stopped at the exit to the road. I have 6 cars behind me leaving the car park and the mr white van man decides he wants to sit and talk to the girls at the side of the road.
I waited for a good 15 seconds or so before giving the horn a gently beep to encourage him to move (as many other people would). This guy leans out the window and just stares at me before going back to his conversation.
So I rev the GTA slightly to give him some more encouragement. Oh great here it comes.... he opens his door looking very angry (showing off to the girls) and comes over to my window with his fist in the air ready to give me a nice clap in the face.
I have no idea what he was saying as it made no sense(irish pickie jargon), but I know all he would have to do it touch me first to keep me on the right side of the law.
In the centre console I have a nice screwdriver that would easily do some damage to him if he tried anything... (today was the only day in my life I considered stabbing someone!
I pointed to the cars behind me and just said WTF!??? Look at the queue...
So he drives off round the corner to a set of traffic lights where he has a mate in a red focus waiting for him... they both drive through the traffic lights while on red!
and go down the dual carriage way.
When the lights went green I also went the same way to find them waiting for me at the next roundabout.
There was a tiny gap between both cars so I planted it and went through both of them onto the roadabout and up the next road into a residential area where this is a 30MPH limit....
I then notice in my rear view mirror they have both come after me.
I kinda panicked (as there were about 7 of them) and dropped a gear and went on the otherside of the road and overtook about 8 cars before cutting in before a central reservation. The white van had done the same and he locked up his wheels on braking hard in a couple of cars behind me... so much that he nearly hit one of them too.
Next roundabout I just went for it and took off at about 80 until I couldnt see him and I went down some back roads...to get home avoiding the main roads.
A horrible scary experience...
I'm shaking now while typing this.
I would never have drove like that but it was desperation.. in London you hear of all these knife attacks etc and I just didn't want any of that..
I need to move away from this place. It's fecking horrible.
and to make matters worse my cars just started playing up.