Very much when I am manic. I feel like taking a bat to the guy in the pick-up truck behind me who stays a centimetre from my bumper. I feel like slapping the kid in Walmart whose every second words starts with F. I want to shove spuds in exhaust of the moron down the street who leaves for work at 5am and revs the heck out of his engine.

I actually got out of the car once, and kicked in the door-panels of a car, while asking them which one of you M*****F****** wants to die first.

Yes, for me mania = rage