I have arrived

I am fat, over 40 and wear lycra.

I have never been mistaken for a courier.

WiganWill is the only living courier over 40. He is a legend and hard not to like. He was recently on the BBC but did not disparage Mr Sachs.

Copy that. ;-)

Come to the office and bring your radio with you!

I am fat, over 40 and wear lycra.

I have never been mistaken for a courier.

WiganWill is the most eligible courier over 40. He is desperate and not too choosy. He was recently on the BBC but did not disparage Mr Sachs.

Strangely I have never been mistaken for a re-insurance lawyer.
I did disparage Sachs but they cut it out. I called him a silly and said his granddaughter is no better than she should be. I will resign my position.

The only courier over 40 would be the most eligible, provided that he was eligible at all.

Mr Sachs was silly in Fawlty Towers. I didn't know his grandaughter existed until a couple of days ago. I am sure she is no worse than she needs to be.

have you seen what the burlesque dance troupe that she is in is called?

SATANIC SLUTS!!!!!!!

hahahahaha, as if Mr Sachs didnt expect his grandaughter to be a slutbag! hahaha

I rather suspect that sleeping with Mr Brand makes her a slutbag rather than the name of her dance troop. After all, did Hot Gossip necessarily repeat tittle tattle? Did Pan's People belong to a geezer with a silly pipe?

Magna Carta? Did she die in vain?

http://www.archives.gov/exhibits/featured_documents/magna_carta/images/magna_carta.jpg

Come to the office and bring your radio with you!

roger that!

Get that off e-bay Clive?

I rather suspect that sleeping with Mr Brand makes her a slutbag rather than the name of her dance troop. After all, did Hot Gossip necessarily repeat tittle tattle? Did Pan's People belong to a geezer with a silly pipe?

good point! ;)

Get that off e-bay Clive?

Every lawyer has Magna Carta engrained on his or her soul.

[This, of course, presumes that lawyers have souls]

Strangely I have never been mistaken for a re-insurance lawyer.

Will, you are far too nice to be mistaken for one of those.

Some people are born outside wedlock. I am a self made man.

Magna Carta? Did she die in vain?

repped for superb drop-in of Tony Hancock line

Will, you are far too nice to be mistaken for one of those.

Some people are born outside weblock. I am a self made man.

Perfect typo.

Maybe the guy was looking for Cheshire street?

was way too far away to be looking for

Cheddar Close
Barnet, London N11
UK

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Or Leicester Square

I think it's just East Of Edam

Perfect typo.

Fixed ;o)

Riding back from picking up bars and stem from Todd (thanks again) I stopped at traffic lights on the junction of Clerkenwell Road and St John St waiting to turn left.

This guy came over and asked me where Cheese Street was. I said I had no idea. He then expressed surprise as "you couriers know where all the streets are don't you?".

I'm sure you misheard him. He must have meant Gee Street--just a short bunny hop, skid and thump away. He may have been looking for the Magistrates' Court.

But of course quite a lot of information instantly gets transformed into something food-related in cyclists' minds. If someone asked me where, as a random example, Brooksby's Walk was, I'd probably first hear 'Broccoli Wok' or something.

my LBS shop thought i was a courier cause i always have a fat rucksack full of clothes when i stop there to fill up my tires. that and i always ask for obscure shit they dont have. if it isnt speacialised or mountain bike related they dont have it. i dont get it, there isnt any decent countryside for miles yet they mainly stock MTB's. ive now given up asking.

i always get the feeling they laugh when i leave. "theres that wierd guy after track bike stuff we dont have, hah who rides track bikes!! ROLF". but then again they are the kind of guys to ride full sus marins and listen to metallica. do all marin riders listen to metal?

the arrogance in bikes shops is akin to that of guitar shops, except you cant blatently show off in a bike shop.

i digress

Riding back from picking up bars and stem from Todd (thanks again) I stopped at traffic lights on the junction of Clerkenwell Road and St John St waiting to turn left.

This guy came over and asked me where Cheese Street was. I said I had no idea. He then expressed surprise as "you couriers know where all the streets are don't you?".

I now where my fakenger badge with true pride.

For the record I was wearing a pair of Uniqlo jeans, a Rapha winter jersey, Sidis and a Smear hat. I shall be contacting Rapha's Marketing dept forthwith.

Congratulations, when are you leaving?

my LBS shop thought i was a courier cause i always have a fat rucksack full of clothes when i stop there to fill up my tires. that and i always ask for obscure shit they dont have. if it isnt speacialised or mountain bike related they dont have it. i dont get it, there isnt any decent countryside for miles yet they mainly stock MTB's. ive now given up asking.

i always get the feeling they laugh when i leave. "theres that wierd guy after track bike stuff we dont have, hah who rides track bikes!! ROLF". but then again they are the kind of guys to ride full sus marins and listen to metallica. do all marin riders listen to metal?

the arrogance in bikes shops is akin to that of guitar shops, except you cant blatently show off in a bike shop.

i digress

I'm laughing inside, honestly...