And it takes a bigger man to be cool about it - or Chris Eubank reads my BLOG

Chris Eubank, or his people, must read my blog, and more importantly, have a sense of humour, because this afternoon, instead of yesterday's rage, I heard cheery toots from an enormous horn. (Well, as cheery as toots from an enormous horn can be - I actually had heart palpitations - it was like being pipped by Queen Mary, or a lighthouse.) I looked up just in time to see two chrome exhaust pipes pass my window, and rolled across in time to confirm the URL on the back of the cab.