.... Ducks. There I am, bimbling along towards a queue-ette at a roundabout. Burd in pole position finally decides that there's nothing moving within a four mile radius and goes. Bloke behind her goes. Bloke behind him goes. Next bloke goes... and stops. Well, more STOPS really. Slammed on, he did. I was *nearly* caught out, but rather than try to pull up behind him I went for the escape route to the right and went past him. Then I see that he has screeched to an emergency stop because there's a fucking *duck* in the road. Rather than risk disturbing its feathers, he'll happily get rear ended. I don't think they should let Buddhists have licences...