Without turning this into a fully fledged road-rage blog, I feel I must vent my anger at some motorists who make use of a perfectly normal roundabout just 2 minutes walk from my flat. For if I do not, I fear I might explode.
This particular roundabout is the entry point to the ferry terminal which connects Newcastle to Amsterdam and Norway or Denmark or whatever it's called and for some reason, every foreign motorist suddenly throws the highway code out of their window and negotiates this roundabout by driving in the outside lane as far away from the centre of it as possible, all the way round to the second exit so that they're effectively turning right.
And by "foreign motorist", I mean anyone who doesn't live in my estate in North Shields. So that's everyone who has come from outside the UK or is from the UK and going outside it on holiday. This roundabout must have some magical properties which cause any holiday makers within a 50 yard range to suddenly become attached to some centrifugal force and be unable to stay in the correct lane.
I've actually seen some pretty horrific driving around roundabouts here that makes me want to climb through my sunroof wearing a bandana and fire a rocket launcher up the tailpipe of the next arse who cuts me up on a multi-lane roundabout because they just cannot comprehend exactly which lane they're supposed to be in.
It's just as well I've got some Rage Against The Machine in the car to calm me down..