Cyclist gets owned by Jaguar
A sunny spring morning last year found me cycling from the station to my office, which lies just two hundred yards from Trafalgar Square. Seeing as Horse Guards Lane was closed to road traffic that day, I had to run the gauntlet of Whitehall.

Being such a lovely morning, I wasn’t in any spectacular hurry so I pedalled in time with the ebb and flow of traffic and kept tucked into the inside lane. I was dimly aware that a large, grey and new Jaguar was occupying the next lane to my right.

I didn’t give it much further thought until after I’d passed the Treasury buildings when the Jag surged forward and swung to the left, cutting across my lane but without any indication whatsoever.

Incensed, an involuntary but heartfelt “You fucking twat!” left my mouth as I grabbed my brakes to avoid T-boning the expensive car, which was now being waved through the Police checkpoint at Downing Street.

Still fuming, I rode around the Jaguar and made a gesture at the driver while the diminutive redheaded woman in the back seat did her best to look nervously away.

From what I gather, Ms Blears was on her way to receive a bollocking from someone a hell of a lot more important than I, upon reflection I'm pleased to have gotten in first.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Fri 18 Jun 2010, 13:07, 1 reply)

Sterling work *click*

(bROKEN aRROW PUA HVI Master, Fri 18 Jun 2010, 14:27, closed)