As well as those who don't indicate at roundabouts, there are those who indicate too early, well before they have passed the previous exit, making me think they are turning off then, instead of the next exit, and those t***s who indicate after they've already turned.

Cyclists who think they own the road. Like the lycra clad tosser I nearly flattened when he decided not to give way at a mini roundabout when I was turning right...and yes, I was indicating! He ended up in a heap by the curb as he got out of my way, and my "the highway code applies to cyclists you know, you c***" ringing in his ears.

People who sit in the outside lane of dual carriageways when there is nothing to overtake. I pass them on the inside (which is legal when they are driving below the speed limit, as opposed to undertaking, which is not), and have been known to give them the old nescafe shake when they sound their horn.

Rear foglights...people just don't know how to use them, and also don't know how to switch them off. If I'm stuck behind one of them, they get the pleasure of my full beams burning out their retinas.

Front foglights. As opposed to LED driving lights. There are those w***ers who have them on because they think they are clever, and there are those who turn them on when there is just a very light mist. Heavy fog, yes, they are set low and illuminate the road better than headlights, light mist, leave the bloody things off.

Leicester City Football Club. Always had a pathological hatred for the nasty little club. Their fans, the old s***hole known as Filbert Street and it's cage for away fans, their delusional fans, Nigel Pearson, Claridge, etc. I hated Jamie Vardy before Saturday and despise him even more now.

People who came into my then post office and tried to tell me how to do my job. Especially the bloke who came in and told me he had a dozen small parcels and told me how much the postage was. Far be it for me to disagree with him so I did as I was told. After he went I checked them for size and saw his "small parcels" were all large letters. He paid over three times more for postage than he should have done. Dickhead.

People who go to other countries, break their laws, then expect our government to get them out of the s***. Like that bloke in Saudi Arabia. He knew what the locals were like about alcohol, so why drive around with booze in the boot of your car? Prat.

Phew, I feel better now getting that lot off my chest!