The rage is relentless....

If there's something that really grinds my gears it's insolent little middle class twats. Spoilt brats with little or no respect for anyone or anything else and no concept of the value of manners and hard work. With their trousers that stop where their back pockets should be and their backwards hats and their bmx bikes.

I must confess that tonight I had a bit of a moment. My car horn may have been sounded (although legitimately - I had to assume that the little shitbag hadn't seen me, why else would he have put his bmx and his idiot self in the way of my car) and I may have applied my brakes suddenly and violently and I may have intended to get out of the car. Luckily my Andy wrangler was in attendance and so normal service was resumed.

However.

I am yet to settle down. Conflicted by the fact that I lost control, something I'm never proud of and the fact that a good hiding would probably have done the little arseholes some good, I am left with a mild adrenaline spike and a sense of disdain for the populous at large.

Thankfully all this is alleviated by the knowledge that when the apocalypse comes, whatever form (zombies/virus/nuclear/etc) it takes, this bracket of human society will have the least chance of survival and thus be effortlessly removed from the gene pool. It seems to me highly improbable that a spoilt brat who probably can't even work a washing machine will stand much chance if they have to master a harsh, unforgiving, post-apocalyptic environment. Unless of course mummy and daddy and the Range Rover survive intact too. And perhaps the butler.

You'll get yours, you wait and see. You and your stupid little bikes.