Some beardy bloke pulled up beside me on the way in this morning and asked me if I take part in alleycats. I said no. He then pointed at my couple of spokecards and shouted at me "Why have you got those then, they're meant to be trophies. TROPHIES!" ...and our paths split.
Presumably he was some ex-enger or something (no obvious courier kit on him), but it was his tone of voice that surprised me - as if I was hanging out at the Cenotaph wearing a Victoria Cross as a fashion brooch.
Some beardy bloke pulled up beside me on the way in this morning and asked me if I take part in alleycats. I said no. He then pointed at my couple of spokecards and shouted at me "Why have you got those then, they're meant to be trophies. TROPHIES!" ...and our paths split.
Presumably he was some ex-enger or something (no obvious courier kit on him), but it was his tone of voice that surprised me - as if I was hanging out at the Cenotaph wearing a Victoria Cross as a fashion brooch.
Touchy.