Happy Slapping

While cycling up The South Dorset Ridgeway on the A354, I got happy-slapped by a car diven by a youth with presumably his friend who did the slapping. Sadly, I didn't get the number, or a proper look at them being too busy struggling with the gradient and effects of gravity on my fat little body and bike laden with my work stuff.

I wasn't hurt, suffering only a light hit on the buttock, but it could have knocked me off or caused me to lose control of the bike and get myself run over: either way, I could have been badly injured.

Why these mindless, testosterone driven imbeciles do such things, I have no idea, nor why similarly hormone riddled morons perpetrate pointless acts of vandalism or graffiti and so on. Nothing would have been further from my mind when I was a teenager.

I'm now a grumpy old fart and I still wouldn't contemplate such things.

Rant over.

Angharad.