Funnily enough I told this story the other day at work, but this isnt particularly a modern thing. Even thirty years ago, a taxi driver of my acquaintance ran into a young bloke (I must stress this wasnt a child, it was somebody old enough to know better) in Hull town centre on either a Friday or Saturday night. He summed it up as 'oh, he was one of these clever b*stards who just walked out in front of me, so I hit him'. I think what he actually did was not to charge into him unabated as such, but maybe to not brake quite as quickly as he could have. Whilst I'd obviously never condone it, I could certainly understand his exasperation, and the bit that gets me is that the cockiness of these characters apparently seems to override basic self-preservation instincts.
No, I think I started well before 37