Steve... "Oi, what about the b*astards who can't park between the bloody lines in supermarket car parks?"

I parked in the second last spot next to the thru-way nect to the snowbank. There were at least 40 spaces available next to my truck. Asshole parked so I couldn't open my truck door all the way. Of course, here, you can't shoot his tires out so I... nevermind.

My point absolutely. I always park my car as far away as possible from the shop entrance, always in acres of spaces. I could be gone for no more than two minutes, but every bloody time some w*anker has parked right next to me, so close that I can't open my bloody door. Jesus. There ought to be some law or other all right. T*osspots!

And I dived into Morrisons petrol station last night, having discerned that there was no queueing and loads of free pumps (unusual). No sooner had I pulled up next to my chosen pump than a woman drove up and queued behind me. Bloody queued behind me, fer chrissake! She could have gone to any of about six other pumps, either side of her car, but no, she bloody chose to queue right behind me. I mean, what the hell is that all about! When I got back to my car after paying she was giving me a dirty look that said hurry up and drive off NOW you selfish b*astard. Still with loads of free pumps. There ought to be a law that says she should have been arrested and imprisoned without charge, dammit.