We arrived home from our holiday late on Sunday evening and Monday morning I had 95 duty which is Winchester – London – Brighton – London – Winchester. As I drove up the M3 in all the Monday morning traffic I maintained the calm, relaxed feeling our holiday had left me with. There was then a queue on the M4 but that didn’t bother me ‘once I reach the bus lane all will be fine’ I thought. I’d not done 200 metres in the bus lane and was accelerating past crawling cars and lorries when a cretinous pillock of a black cab driver pulled out of the second motorway lane and into the bus lane in front of me. Over the entire length of the bus lane he never exceed 35 mph! By the time we got to the end of the bus lane I couldn’t see the back of the line of buses lined up behind me. He managed to undo all the good feelings it had taken a week to generate in just a few miles. Yes, he’s got the right to use the lane but why use it if you don’t want to travel more than a couple of miles per hour quicker than the non-bus lanes?