• I was getting drunk in the Royal Oak, Columbia Road about seven years ago and some filthy colonials wandered up with two bikes they'd bought on Brick Lane, obviously nicked. I had a bit of a go at them cos without muppets like them the stolen bike trade wouldn't exist. There was a scuffle and my mate's glass of Chardonnay got knocked over. Matters calmed down and the antipodeans made to leave. "Sorry about the wine" one said. "That's alright" I said. "You can't help having an accent".

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