I'm willing to believe that this could be a big misunderstanding.
I once lived with a total bell-end. The day I moved in he offered to lend me a nice old road bike - told me I could have it, in fact. Turns out he'd found it unlocked outside a pub and ridden it home the night before. Fucking twat. If I hadn't bothered to ask a bit more, I could have been riding a stolen bike around without realising.
He also used to play that "King of the Bongo" song over and over again, really loudly.
I'm willing to believe that this could be a big misunderstanding.
I once lived with a total bell-end. The day I moved in he offered to lend me a nice old road bike - told me I could have it, in fact. Turns out he'd found it unlocked outside a pub and ridden it home the night before. Fucking twat. If I hadn't bothered to ask a bit more, I could have been riding a stolen bike around without realising.
He also used to play that "King of the Bongo" song over and over again, really loudly.