If you're the chap with the twattish orange deep V rims who swore at me this afternoon while riding like an idiot down Upper Street, you ought to a) wash your mouth out with soap and water, b) learn to fucking ride and c) get some fucking road sense.
If you're the chap with the twattish orange deep V rims who swore at me this afternoon while riding like an idiot down Upper Street, you ought to a) wash your mouth out with soap and water, b) learn to fucking ride and c) get some fucking road sense.
That is all. Have a nice afternoon everybody :-)