What to shout?

"Ursäkta, har ni lust att flytta på er...", that's the proper thing to shout. Give it a try.

Visst fins det många Svenskar här i London, men jag kan inte tänka mig att det funkar särskilt bra här...

I didn't wade through the pages, but in Venice but apparently not other parts of Italy they say Occhio! (Eyes!) and I never thought I'd see it somewhere else.

yes, I'm a dork. shrug

You'd get pretty angry if someone cut up your gondola, I guess.

I don't think it's appropriate for you to have any further connection to Archie's Grobags!
This is a good, wholesome, family oriented business....you foul mouthed little heathen!!!

;)

Archie's Grobags, AKA Menstrual Cycles?

i find reinacting this often clears a path
YouTube - Apocalypse Now..Ride Of The Valkyries

'Kamikazeeee!!!!!'

voom

i find reinacting this often clears a path
YouTube - Apocalypse Now..Ride Of The Valkyries

Gonna have to try this one out tomorrow.

grrr....you kids with your new fangled 'rememories'...;)

I'll have a "Heavy Flow" pls....

I have a whistle fastened to the strap of my bag.

+1 A friend of mine has one. Loud as hell.

or. "BANGARANG!"

The irony.
Here we have a 4 page thread of witty quips to warn the observationally challenged of impending kinetic energy poisoning at the hands of a cyclist.
Yet what do I manage yesterday when balding daper gent steps into the road on a crossing, against the lights without looking? A decidedly limp "head's up", thats what I managed. Plus a soft, little girl like squeal of fear as I clip besuited gent at what feels like four fifths of the speed of light. I recovered admirably however and began my torrent of cuss laden street crossing instructions before I had fully deccelerated, whereupon I turn and discover gent is face down in the bike lane!
uh oh!
I dismount and scamper back up the cycle lane mentally preparing CPR and wound treatment subroutines. Fortunately gent rises shakily to his feet looking exceptionally pale and apologises for not looking and stepping out. He asks if i'm ok and says he is a cyclist before tottering off clutching his left arm like he's having a heart attack.

overall self assessment:

F-

lack of imagination in warning message.
delivery of message very weak.
must try harder.

Also: a couple of miles later a couple of cunty fuckos in a kitted out fiesta chucked a can of pop at me and repeatedly tried to run me off the road! This accidentally cost them their wing mirror and I got the plate for the politz.

What is it about rising daytime temperatures that seems to retard peoples brains?