Cycling past Tesco on OKR and swerve to avoid ped stepping off kerb and hit a pointy object that destroys sidewall of rear tire and tube. Prop my bike up by the benches at the bus stop to fix my tube when obviously useless broken alcholic with can of Skol Super steps in to offer 'assistance'. Huzzah.
He 'Hey you have a fixed wheel'
Me ' Err yeah'
He ' Great fun aren't they'
Me 'Yeah, you know'
He ' We used to go down to that track at Herne Hill with school every week it was crazy we just made each other crash all the time. You should try it. No brakes. Wicked. Look after yourself'
And then he wandered off like some kind of pished track Yoda.
lets find this man.... sounds like fun