50/14 Paul Roantree

this is what happen;

shit the bed what the hell just happened?!

what a great send off, ive never cycled home so hammered!! i think fiddy would be proud!! good work to everyone that had a hand organising today, it was a brilliant send off.

so i am currently so fucking cold i can barely type. move my toes, and have a major headache. coming down the hipster spice route this eve, i lose jim in the traffic and come across him east side of old street roundabout, with his bike under a fuckin taxi?! hes still standing, but the taxi is trying to leave, so i call the pigs, tell them my boyf just got knocked off his bike and the car is trying to leave the scene, frantically scribble the number plate on my hand....

i think jim is mostly alright, but his ankle/leg seem fucked, neither of his wheels go round in the right direction anymore... hes now enroute to a cop staton in shoreditch somewhere so tey can take a statement, but they might have to wait for the morn when hes sober or something, apologies for the atrocious typing, i have been stood in the freezing cold for so lng i have lost the use of all my lmbs... FUCK. i hope he is ok, he doesnt have a phone with him, and i feel terrible for not going with him to the station but i had been stood in the road for about 40 minutes, and i have lost all judgement. i just wanted to go home and get warm. fuckfuckfuck.

not only did he crash the hearse, he crashed himself! i like to think fiddy is chuckling away to hiself, and i know this is gonna hurt int he morning....