To the fucker behind me tonight: I hope you had an emergency that justifies nearly rear ending my car and running me off the road twice at 2.20am in the morning. I seriously question the validity of your licence if you think you call what you did driving. Don't be a smartass at an island by trying to get ahead and then being pissed off that you were in the wrong lane so you didn't stay in front, hence trying to run me off the second time. I'll find your car and pay someone ten quid to pee into your pertrol tank. I also think you live round the corner from me and if that's the case, got home 20 seconds later than you. Your shite sports car means you must be compensating for a tiny penis. I know my car compensates for my lack of height but fuck, it's far better than yours. Hope you get caught by the cops one night- I'd love to hear how much they fine you.