Me and fuitbat were hanging at the John Snow, no one else had arrived yet...
We're standing across the road from the pub... I had just locked my bike and tim was still perching his on the kerbstone right next to us, unlocked...
Two curryers (sic) were just getting on their bikes to go, and one of them tried to roll off (albeit slowly) with the yellow peril Bob Jackson... I trotted after him, budvar bottle in hand, and grabbed the bars from him, saying something like 'erm excuse me that's my friend's bike', he was grinning like and his mate then said as he rode past a bit faster, 'oh leaving that there's not very clever' in a kind of angry/duh kind of tone. WTF is wrong with people?! How is it a laugh to even do that, unless you know someone pretty well?
Twats. Tim was kind of seething at them...
Oh yeah I forgot to post this:
Me and fuitbat were hanging at the John Snow, no one else had arrived yet...
We're standing across the road from the pub... I had just locked my bike and tim was still perching his on the kerbstone right next to us, unlocked...
Two curryers (sic) were just getting on their bikes to go, and one of them tried to roll off (albeit slowly) with the yellow peril Bob Jackson... I trotted after him, budvar bottle in hand, and grabbed the bars from him, saying something like 'erm excuse me that's my friend's bike', he was grinning like and his mate then said as he rode past a bit faster, 'oh leaving that there's not very clever' in a kind of angry/duh kind of tone. WTF is wrong with people?! How is it a laugh to even do that, unless you know someone pretty well?
Twats. Tim was kind of seething at them...