Bus Stop
Cycling home late one night, the right hand pedal suddenly fell off due to a stripped thread. Progress from here on was slow and erratic: whilst I could freewheel downhill and just about pedal one footed on the flat, going uphill meant getting off and pushing!

It was because of this that I was pushing my bike on the pavement between two bus shelters facing each other on a triangular traffic island. There were three chavvy types at the bus stop - I girl and two yoofs. The girl was giving chav 1 a blow job whilst chav 2 looked on. As I approached chav girl altered her position slightly as if to give the appearance of I'm not really doing this" to the world. Chav 1 didn't seem to be getting a lot of excitement from the oral administrations of chav girl and it didn't seem that chav 2 was eager and impatient for his turn. In fact they all seemed pretty bored and unenthusiastic with the procedings!

I was pretty bored watching them too, so I wheeled my bike off into the dark night...
( Vambo, Tue 16 Oct 2007, 7:22, Reply)