Big whopping lettering plastered all over the road nr Lancs hospital which says KEEP CLEAR & guess which plonker has parked himself right on top of it as he sits at the lights.
Goes in wrong lane to undertake traffic cuts in at last min across the chevrons into the path of another vehicle which was merging from a counterfow lane, almost causing an accident. Just a total knob
NV17 GUG — mark that name for hell,
A four-wheeled curse with a rust-flaked shell.
Rolling disgrace, you're a plague on the street,
Every turn that you take is a crime on repeat.
You drive like a villain that chaos designed,
With road rage for blood and no goddamn spine.
No skill, no shame, just pure desecration,
Your license itself is a public damnation.
Your brakes scream death, your tyres beg peace,
But you floor it like Satan just granted release.
Indicators dusty like your common sense,
Each mile that you drive is an act of offense.
You cut through lanes like a blade through flesh,
But it’s your own pride that you constantly wreck.
A ticking time bomb in a four-door hearse,
Every rev of your engine just makes things worse.
You don’t own the road — you're a blight, a disease,
A rolling mistake that pollutes every breeze.
If roads were a battlefield, you'd be first to fall,
NV17 GUG, you're the shame of us all.
Bellend jumping red lights