• given how many manky cunts there are in my office who hack and cough over our lovely hotdesks, how shite the ventilation is, and the fact it's right next to major transport hub and everyone goes to neighbouring shops/cafes for lunch etc, I'd say I'm fucked as soon as it gets out.

    Given UK temperament for not heeding any kind of expert advice, or limiting individual activities in favour of benefiting wider society, that will be any fucking day now.

    Underlying health condition just the cherry on top of the plague cake. It's at this point I regret having been so dishonest about how much my bikes cost me... ah well. never even got to taste pangolin either...

  • dishonest about how much my bikes cost me

    That secret goes to the grave with me

    "My worry is that when I die my wife will sell my bikes for what I told her they cost."

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