Spotted...

yeah, i think it may have been a lemond. Then I carried on past him chatting to the builder as I was on the way to BLB. I didn't really wanna get hit with a set of bolt cutters.

I thought about calling the police, but then, really, they wouldn't have got there in time, and from reading about stolen bikes and the police on here, they don't really give a fuck about them...

I was thinking about this on my way home. How many people do know the number for the local OB anyway?

The way to get them to come quick for anything is to say "if you don't get here quick I'm gonna kill the cunt". It worked for me anyway :)