1) Indicators are an essential feature for indicating (hence their name) to other drivers your intention to pull out in front of them or sharply turn a corner. What do you think that little stalk is on the steering column for anyway? To hang an extra set of fluffy dice, your baseball cap or a takeaway bag?

2) It is the responsibility of the first person at the lights to watch them change to green and move forward immediately thereafter, thus allowing the long and irate queue of traffic behind to progress through said lights, and not have to keep waiting when they turn to red again seconds later. The late, great comedian Bill Hicks summed it up perfectly when he asked, rather pertinently: "Why is the first person in the queue always the last one to see the damn lights change?

3) The middle lane of the motorway is for overtaking when traffic is slow in the inside lane. It is not for drivers who want to sit back and drive at a steady 60mph, forcing everyone else to overtake them in the fast lane or even worse, undertake them. MOVE OVER.

4) Roundabouts with lights and lanes needn't be so confusing. I used the roundabout at junction 28 of the M4 every day for three years and I've never seen such bad lane management. Motorists who seconds earlier were safely driving along in one lane suddenly lost their heads when confronted with this new and complicated system and suddenly regressed back to being scared 17-year-olds. Just look at the road for clues as to where you should be.

5) The speed limit through most town centres is 30mph. The closer you get to my backside, the more you beep at me or rev your souped up boy-racer engine, the slower I'm going to drive. I've no problem crawling through Pontypool at 5mph if it annoys you.

AND FINALLY... Newport's green bus and taxi lanes can be used by ALL motorists during off-peak hours - between 10am and 3.30pm, and 6.30pm and 7am. This change has been in force for two years this month, yet still people can't read the signs. So please don't beep at me or look at me like I'm something you scraped off your shoe when you see me happily driving along Cardiff Road in a bus lane - I'm not doing anything wrong.