Talking of cretins on the road I caught someone stealing large quantities of grit last night from one of the few grit boxes in the city - he had 50kg+ in his boot. He claimed he lived up the road and needed it for a fictional street despite having presumably driven there in a blizzard instead of walking and having come prepared with multiple large buckets. After asking politely if he could actually leave some for the main road junction and steep hill it was put there for he started the public service routine and sensing I didn't believe a word of it started getting abusive. I left him when he seemed to want to hit me and started chasing me and just cycled off to ranting insults drifting up the hill.