What a ride to work this morning!
Clear sky, sun out and a crisp breeze.
1st day back on the French War Machine after a two week rest (fncked knee) and the Pagan gods were smiling.
Anyone else get into work this morning grinning like a paedo in a Barney suit?
Oh, sorry, missed this.
The cabby was all Baron von Trappy, and the scooterist got off his bike and pretended to walk away.
As soon as our friend the cabby got out and went over to him huffing and puffing, scooterboy turned around and flattened him.
Is that your final answer?