One memorable occasion witnessed a competitor from a sister games magazine with `brattitude', call me a "vicious Scots b**!!&d!" Or euphemistically speaking, an inspired Caledonian of superior driving quality and illegitimate parentage - untrue and dangerously libellous. All that from an opponent who is allegedly an anti-racist liberal. Tsk tsk, and eat my dust, loser. The same `liberal' conspired to help a fellow journo win by waiting for me at the crossroads and bashing into my car. The return match awaits.