We live near a posh village that has plenty of huge 4x4s. We were driving home one night down the A-road when a 4x4 came into my rear view mirror and tailgated me for about three miles. I was scared witless and was sure we would crash but there was nowhere to stop or pass. Eventually we reached the village centre where there roads met at a mini roundabout. As I slowed the dickhead behind pulled out onto the wrong side of the road, went past the bollards separating the lanes, around the roundabout the wrong way, past other bollards on the wrong side of the road and accelerated up the road.

Then . . . the village lit up with blue flashing lights and lo and behold a plain clots copper screamed off after him. When we passed the guy, pulled up buy the police we cheered out the window.