Shouted out the window about me not letting him through...
If the road is big enough for me and the council pickup to pass, then it's big enough for me and your supermini to pass.
The trick is acquiring a driving license. If you hire a driving instructor they may (if you are lucky) talk to you about what side of the road you are supposed to drive on. Here's a free lesson: in the United Kingdom we drive on the left, not the right, not right down the centre.
As a former professional driver myself I must say I was truly shocked, not just by the driving but by the attitude of the driver himself. He was parking and bumped into my car. I got out and asked him for his details. Instead of a light and calm conversation, he grabbed his custard creams and shoved them into my mouth. He then proceeded to stick his arm up my hand and do a prostate exam on me. I was truly uncomfortable and I hope this driver is off the road soon
In the minute or so that I was behind you, you managed to: pull out in front of me, crossing into the oncoming lane while you did so, speed in the 40 zone (while braking intermittently for oncoming cars, puddles etc), continue at 45+mph into the 30 zone while drifting into the oncoming lane, and almost hit a deer crossing the road as you were speeding.
I imagine you must be drunk or texting to be driving so sloppily. Please seek additional training before it's a child you nearly hit when you're speeding through residential areas.
All occurred this morning on Inchgarth Road into Garthdee Road, Aberdeen.
Driven by a thing that you can only describe as your typical wannabe wag. Without the looks of bank balance to back it up. A scummy little cretin that barely looks like a woman. More of a goblin in a blonde wig. Can't drive at all. Even when pulling into her own driveway.
Please enlighten me, what have you actually achieved by parking on the footpath like that?