Almost as bad as the London cyclist is the London tourist. The London tourist is a shithead. It is loud and annoying and pleased with itself. “I’m on holiday,” says its smirk as it gazes at you stomping about in your workwear. And I’m going to stop right in front of you and take a picture. Not only that, I’m going to expect that you stand there and wait whilst my ugly companion poses in front of (insert London landmark here). Well no, I won’t wait. I’m going to walk right through your fucking picture. I’ve got things to do. So there.
p.s. welcome to London etc.