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Coming west along High Holborn up to the junction with Kingsway this lunchtime. Green light (for me), I'm riding in the middle of the road, some ped looking the wrong way wandered out into the road and then decided to dance with me (I go left, she goes left. I go right, she goes right). Clipped her bag / shoulder and end up on my arse in the middle of Kingsway. By the time I retrieve my bike and bag, she's disappeared.
Now I've been blooded, am I eligible for a badge or summat?
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@ Ma3k: he was a black dude on 'rust' Langster with bandana and dreads.
@ DB: the conservative candidate thing was a JOKE, just looked like a bloody Tory at that wedding!
@ Brett: I think I've seen you turning onto Holland Park Ave from Notting Hill (black Langster, right?)
@ Hippy: can you even vote in this country?? -
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Mashton: Spotted riding round the 1 way system from Russell Sq to UCL. Me in a cab to a meeting (having already cycled in to work, showered and changed). You lazy twat late for work.
An uninteresting fact: Mashton lives at the end of the road I work on and works at the end of the road I live on. And the coincidence is: I work on the road Mashton lives [i]on and...oh
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I'm trying to buy a flat at present and can confirm that cuntery is not the sole preserve of Foxtons. They are all evil.
What has been funny is doing viewings on bike, them being slightly bemused that a scrote dressed like a ~~courier ~~ fakenger can actually secure a mortgage, then beating them to each viewing (each being about 5 minutes walk apart) - allowing both me and my Mrs the luxury of scrutinising their parallel parking!
Cool!I'm gonna get knocked off my bike more.