biking...
there's sumthing about bikes, I've had feckwits throw bricks at me, had doors opened as I ride by, had herberts (yes, in flat caps) glare at me at the lights and say 'those things are dangerous' SMIDSY: sorry mate I didn't see you...way too fucking often, they pull out on me from T junctions but i really lost it with a J (jersey?) car on a single track road, the fecker kept speeding up, slowing down and pulling over the whole road so I couldn't get by...this went on for about 2 miles (BTW the highway code says to pull over and stop and let the hazard go by or sum such shit like that) anyways we finally get to a major road and he doesn't indicate right or left but sits there in the middle of the road, i'm going right so i squeeze by him-attempting to avoid eye contact as the rage-ometer is hitting the red zone-when he says.....'you were a little erratic back there weren't you!' and as Chatle M ses i go: 'uh?' what with being a tad incredulous, and the cherry on top? 'you need to be more careful youn' I think he wanted to say young man but by that time i had him out of the car window and was holding him off the ground...i'd lost all speech apart from youcuntyoucuntyoucuntetc.
I dropped him on the floor and fecked off asap.
I stopped about a mile down the road in a chittle lef (aka the happy vomiter) for a T and to stop the shakes...when in comes the munter and missus and tells everybody how a crowd of hells angels had just attacked him and his missus, I called him a cunt then as well....
I can be erudite but that day wasn't it.
No complaints on length, only the morning after....
(mickturate if i could be arsed i'd be bored, Fri 13 Oct 2006, 7:32, Reply)