It is that time of year where we are all trying to think of our New Year’s resolutions, this year I was really struggling as I am quite similar to Mary Poppins – practically perfect in every way (or at least very capable of turning a blind eye to my faults) however I’ve realised that I have one major vice - road rage.

As soon as I see so much as another car on the road the red mist envelopes me. I begin to feel that everyone is conspiring to get in my way, hold me up and generally be a pain in the a**e. Do you know what really annoys me? People that rush to pull out in front of you then proceed to drive really slowly! However I have noticed several different breeds of annoying drivers.

The first is the kid of person who adorn their windows with stupid car signs like ‘Blonde on board’ or ‘Dad’s taxi’. Seriously if you bought that yourself you need to get a life and if you got it as a present whoever got it for you clearly couldn’t be bothered thinking of a decent present. (I believe Fathers and Mothers Day is probably responsible for this kind of pointless crap.

The next breed is the boy racer. You know the ones that sound like they are going really fast even though they are not because they have five people in the car? The car is usually a bastardized Corsa and has an exhaust the size of a plane engine.. And they give evil looks at anyone who dares to overtake them.

But most of all I hate the wannabe traffic policeman. You know the type who sit in the fast lane over taking nothing? We all know there is a speed limit but it is not their job to make sure we all stick to it. Or worse if there is a lane closing half a mile ahead they straddle the closing lane and the middle one to prevent people scooting down until the lane actually closes. When actually you are supposed to use the full capacity of the road until you can no longer do so. Grr.. I can feel my blood boil already!

There are certain people that are exempt from my wrath – anyone over the age of 65. This is because they have probably fought in a war/don’t know how to get out of second gear/they remind me of my grandparents. I find it reassuring that my irrational anger is also subject to sentimentality!