I remember the days when you could enjoy a nice, relaxing drive without several people trying to beat you out of twenty feet of road-space. Lane-discipline was kept almost instinctively--if not always cheerfully--and you could walk in even the most crowded parking-lots with little fear of being run over. British drivers seem to have become almost uniformly impatient. Today, after being followed closely for several miles by the same car, I almost walked back when the guy stopped behind me at a light, to ask him where the hell he was a month ago when I really needed a proctologist?