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Daaammn. Now I'm questioning everything. EVERYTHING.

Do they fire sausages?

FatPowerRanger. heheheh.

Anyway - commuting in at 11am is fucking terrifying. 5 (FIVE) really close passes, at least two of which were deliberate. Oooh Road.cc are getting some emails tonight (also rozzers..)

Tru.

notsureifserious

Apparently you can now watch films from before you were born. Sceptical myself.

A few good recipes but not really worth splurging on.

Cars or rather the people who are unable to drive them. Hence why I swear a lot.

Whatever you do, do it with a smile. I prefer the maniacal grin variety. The 'I'm not listening to you but I really fancy you' smile with batted eyelids is pretty good too.

Overshoes and clip on guards. Super. Base layer, ss Gabba and fluoro armwarmers bit too warm.

Dry on the outside, not so dry on the inside.

Bleeding hard to get up hills I suspect.

5/10 Was going well until 'elite world order'.

Trainwankering it home after another curry last night. Train all tranquil until some short, fat, pissed / coked up tool in suit got on and proceeded to loudly act like a twat all the way to Shortlands, singing shit Palace songs and making snarky comments at anyone who he felt wasn't paying him enough attention.

Everything I hate about Kent Man rolled up into one big ball of utter cuntiness.

Being back on the bike this morning was bliss.

Yes apparently he's done it before but not so far or high and was injured on landing. Seems like a good reason to try again.

Cabbing it home last night after a curry with the old man. Cam across a lady cyclist who seemed to be having extreme trouble staying upright. Thought, wow, windier than expected. That is until we pulled alongside and realised she was actually just very, very drunk.

Justified given the driver was clearly a danger to all other road users. Also v funny.

Years ago I saw a 4x4 swerve onto the pavement near Bolan Death Bridge / URR to chase a cyclist who'd displeased him. When he jumped out to remonstrate another cyclist whipped his keys out of the ignition and popped them in a nearby drain and then rode off. I didn't hang around to see the resultant lols.

Ha, I wouldn't hold your breath.

Rule 1 : Never, ever take the train.

Farking legs are farking farked.

Perfect day to pootle along but getting over Palace was painful.

At least we don't have to contend with dropbears in the UK.

Glad it wasn't just me who thought this. In fact everyone was being a dick. Pollution bad or something?

Remember us all when you're richer than god.

That is good luck! Quick, do the lottery or something.

Hmmm I encountered a bloke at Herne Hill a while back who sailed through the red light shouting something like this. He had been quiet up to that point. Maybe he thinks he has (is) a siren.

Made me smile (and wince as he was very nearly taken out by a scrote in an Audi going too fast.)