Smudged Bob Jackson

after i had my bob jackson stolen i called them to say how it was their fault because of their varying customer service levels and lack of interest and respect for the vigorelli explosion amongst london's hipster london, and how if they hadn't done such a good job on the luglining no bristolian tea-leaf worth his salt would have looked twice. mr BJ said he was 'busy'.

I think the 'theft' of your BJ was an insurance job, and you were starting to feel ashamed of owning one, and being perceived as part of "the Vigorelli explosion amongst London's hipster London".

It didn't work though. You still felt the shameful fixie-man stigma, and decided there was no option other than to leave for the West Country, where you could establish the mythology of pj (pj), the original Somerset Fixeur (Somerset Fixeur).

Don't deny it, you fucking wanker.