Now I believe myself to be a reasonable sort of chap, but today I experienced my first (and only I hope) bout of pavement rage. On the daily grind to and from the office I prefer to take my time not rush and just watch the other ants hard at it rushing to and from like programmed exocet missiles. This morning however whilst walking to work I saw a young chap heading in my direction plugged into his MP3 player oblivious to the world around him and looking at the floor like most seem to in London. To avoid a collision I moved right, he wandered right, so I moved over to the left and ended up against the wall allowing him to pass to my right. However he wandered right and ended up stopping in front of me. I stood there and looked at him, he looked at me, there was a pause and he then moved to my right saying âOh for fecks sakeâ â wrong move! I did no more than grab him by the throat drag him round in front of me, unplugged him from his MP3 player so I had his undivided attention, and asked him if he had a problem. At that point he answered ânoâ in a slight state of shock and I let him go and walked on saying in no uncertain terms he should be careful what he says and to whom. The cheeky tw*t I had spent the previous 30 secs trying to aviod him! I love this great city f ours but sometimes the people in it can be such retards! Have a nice day all! Cheers P.S I look forward to meeting this young chap tomorrow umberella at the ready!.