That idiot I married never does anything for me.
He's always off buying bikes, fixing bikes or pissing about in his stupid Lycra.
I've had enough.
I've decided it's time to start selling off some of the shit that's lying all over the house, and treat myself to something nice.
First up is this:
It's a Joe Waugh (whatever that means). Apparently it's really nice, and it's in very good condition. As usual, the knobhead hasn't ridden it, just left it propped up against the wall, so I reckon it's fair to ask for what he paid for it:
£475.00, collection only, Greenwich SE10.
(Hush, hush, keep it under you hat).