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Me and Mrs Sparky drove into Brixton last night for a Doug Stanhope gig (lazy, I know, but we're in a public transport black hole and getting 4 miles to Brixton takes an hour and a half, and Mrs Sparky won't ride at night). The standard of driving was staggering. Bonkers. And then a bloke on a scrambler with no lights, number plate or indicators roared past. No helmet, wearing a balaclava. Brixton....
some geezer in a white Audi faux by four had a right go at me this morning, all because he flashed me to go across him at a junction, but I gestured for him to go around the back of me, as he should - I couldn't see what might be coming straight across behind him because his ugly shit car was blocking my view - just trying to stay alive pal