I hate

I hate that my cat has been hit by a car and killed yesterday...I should have bought you to London Ninja. :(

:(

sorry dude.

shit man. RIP Ninja

Sorry to hear that Scott, rubbish news indeed.

Ouch Scott, that sucks mate, my condolences

Poor ninja. Love you Scott. x

Please accept my condolences, Scott... Was about to have a moan but don't really feel like it anymore... :[

The VAT man and the taxman... Again... What a pair of cunts...

HGV's + Coaches...

things that I intensely dislike.

I hate that some vagabond has ripped open and burglarised the envelope containing my delightful Tour de France London Prologue pin badge whilst it was in transit to me from the land of Ebay. Fucking bastards.

Vegans and how they apparently have to inform you at every available opportunity of their dietary decisions, in the hope that you might quiz them about it so they can talk about stupid shit like not eating eggs, drinking soya milk, the plight of veal calves, how hunting is bad, and bullshit like that.

Get a grip fags.

wheelie bins in the cycle path

I hate that the girlfriend has just revealed that she is going to work in Slovakia for the summer and that we might need to talk about 'things' after I haven't seen here for almost 2 months, bullshit.

Maybe I should have stayed at the pub and got pissed.

well if its not a serious talk moog, we can have a ride over to Eastern Bloc.
I'm supposed to be visiting the Gf's step-family in Ukraine (not that they're in anyway near to each other as countries)

I hate:

1. when you had a really good plan but then fucked it up through you're own stupidity.
   
2. when that affects other people badly too.
   
3. fucking people around in general.
   
4. Missing a really nice planned ride with an old friend today, because yesterday I got so far behind due to my own stupidity.
   

waiting for 2mths by an importer, then they say they can't get the item. cunts!!

..having a lovely second bike so perfect for summer riding in the shed that I can't ride because nowhere stocks the stem I want and even if they did, I have no money anyway, and I also don't have a saddle because I basically find everything uncomfortable and I would just like to ride in my duvet please and thank you.

pedestrians who, having blithely crossed a narrow turning in the road when the little man's on red, and freezing momentarily when they realise you're coming at them, then start dancing about in front of you, following your every swerve like a bloody tracking device, while you're desperately trying to go round them to avoid hitting them, going over the handlebars, landing in a heap and fucking your left elbow, left knee, left hand and neck.

Pedestrians can be extremely crap at dealing with their mistakes. We have it every sodding day. The high-heeled media tart, appearing with winning smile from the front of a parked bus, tottering uncertainly then backtracking too late; the bloated pinstriped suit, braying into cellphone as he blindly steps out, languidly trotting to safety in his bench-crafted Oxford brogues, oblivious to the carnage he has left behind; the tourist, giggling in delighted oopsi-daisies cos it's all part of the crazy London Experience, camera in hand but brain sadly never in gear: sooner or later you're going down cos of one of these mugs.

So thanks Dozy McFuckwit, TCR, 8.45am this morning. Tomorrow when you're happily looking out of your window at the morning sun I'll be gazing unintentionally down at my right foot due to my neck muscles being locked, replaying the same two seconds of my best, front-brake-assisted manoeuvres back in my head and seeing your stupid countenance bobbing about in front of me like some zombified weeble-man.

I mean jeeez.

that's an eloquent piece of vitriol right there Phil, well done..

Hope you're not injured again :(

so do I.. knee and wrist hurting lots.. bloody hell..

take some ibuprofen and get some ice on those joints

....when you ask a company for a quote, politely giving them as much information as possible, and taking time to make sure that you've covered any points they have highlighted in their quotation requirements.
Then the stupid fuckwits quote you for none of the things you asked for, ignoring most of your details, just quoting you for something they're assuming you want, 'cos they think they know better.
If they can't even get that bit right, why would I think they're going to do the job properly? Fucking timewasters.

Not being at Primavera Sound.

pedestrians who, having blithely crossed a narrow turning in the road when the little man's on red, and freezing momentarily when they realise you're coming at them, then start dancing about in front of you, following your every swerve like a bloody tracking device, while you're desperately trying to go round them to avoid hitting them, going over the handlebars, landing in a heap and fucking your left elbow, left knee, left hand and neck.

Pedestrians can be extremely crap at dealing with their mistakes. We have it every sodding day. The high-heeled media tart, appearing with winning smile from the front of a parked bus, tottering uncertainly then backtracking too late; the bloated pinstriped suit, braying into cellphone as he blindly steps out, languidly trotting to safety in his bench-crafted Oxford brogues, oblivious to the carnage he has left behind; the tourist, giggling in delighted oopsi-daisies cos it's all part of the crazy London Experience, camera in hand but brain sadly never in gear: sooner or later you're going down cos of one of these mugs.

So thanks Dozy McFuckwit, TCR, 8.45am this morning. Tomorrow when you're happily looking out of your window at the morning sun I'll be gazing unintentionally down at my right foot due to my neck muscles being locked, replaying the same two seconds of my best, front-brake-assisted manoeuvres back in my head and seeing your stupid countenance bobbing about in front of me like some zombified weeble-man.

I mean jeeez.

next time jim jams, use them to help scrub your speed. heal quick

Not slowing down FTW, I would have mowed the cunts down to teach them a lesson, sadly it won't stop the onslaught of brainless peds endangering cyclists out there, Heal the fuck up Phil, some beers/cans waiting for you at multigroove-mansions anytime dude :)