Me heading clockwise round M25 at 7.30pm, approaching J17 (M40). Traffic stalled while Plod recover the damaged vehicles from a shunt. Me filtering *very* slowly (like 10-15mph) as the gaps are narrow. And Twatty in his green Saxo gets tired of sitting in it and decides to go walkabout in the middle lane, and flings open his door. Bang. That's the mirror, pannier frame and left-hand pannier then. Could be worse. OK, so he was apologetic and all that, and his girlfriend, after consulting with her mobile, assured me that her Mum would pay for everything. Huh? Names and addreses etc exchanged, and I took some photos of the scene, including nice clear ones of the car and Twatty. And guess what? Twatty's phone number is "unrecognised". So it's all going legal now. Big thanks to the guy in the car behind who gave all his details as a witness, stunned as he was at twatty's actions. Big Fuck You to Fat Chav who refused, saying: "Not my problem, mate." Your kids were in the car with you. If one of the shaven-headed little bastards gets knocked down by a car, and you appeal for witnesses, I hope someone does the same to you. Well, I'm OK, and I see a visit to MotorWorks in my immediate future.