I was just hopping up the English cafe this morning. There was a guy behind me in a car. And he wanted to turn into the turn in. I was turning into, but the bloke in front of me had stopped quite reasonably. So I elected not to drive into the back of this bloke and just to wait for him. But the bloke behind got so angry. The anger, the rage in this man, I could see it in the mirror. It didn't really bother me. If it was sort of, if someone on EastEnders, which is a soap opera set in East London, where every single moment of the program is people were angry, shut it