I confess...

My chain was so slack it fell off and scared me silly, especially when it got jammed between my wheel and frame so I was skidding down Smithfield Street totally out of control. Or more out of control than usual, at least.

Also, I deliberately smashed a pint glass in the sink last night. So satisfying.

ha! :)

On one or two of my commutes this winter when the going got pretty rough, I wore a flouro tabard. I felt it was only right that I nodded a lot, jumped lights whereever peds were nearby and undertook loads of other cyclists.

closet nodder

On one or two of my commutes this winter

I thought you said "one OF two", and that was your confession.

i confess... the threat of the bbc closing 6music, as someone who listens to the radio every day, is making me very depressed. What sort of person becomes emotionally attached to a radio station?

B.

I'm about to go to Argentinian Tango lessons for the second time. I'm really enjoying it.
Not only that, but as a result I took the bus today instead of cycling, due to sartorial inconvenience.
I'm not gay.

They guy who tried to knock me off (twice) then racially abused me.... Really upset me...

Sorry to hear that Brave, that's terrible. Was he in a car, if so did you get any of the numberplate? Or maybe there's the possibility it was caught on CCTV. People like that can't be allowed to get away with it.

i confess... the threat of the bbc closing 6music, as someone who listens to the radio every day, is making me very depressed. What sort of person becomes emotionally attached to a radio station?

B.

B, I've never tried DAB or the wireless on t'interweb, so I don't know much about 6 music, but I'd be fucking livid if they shut down Radio 4, so I'm with you in spirit.

Brave, that sucks, a lot. There's some mighty big arseholes out there.

i think the beatles are overrated

Sorry to hear that Brave, that's terrible. Was he in a car, if so did you get any of the numberplate? Or maybe there's the possibility it was caught on CCTV. People like that can't be allowed to get away with it.

Thanks PPT. I'm gobby to say the least but this guy really knocked me for 6. I haven't heard racial abuse for a 20 years or so and as I say it really hurt..

I was so taken aback I couldn't remember his plate but, and get this, he was driving a Guys and St Thomas hospital ambulance.

I was so taken aback I couldn't remember his plate but, and get this, he was driving a Guys and St Thomas hospital ambulance.

Ring those fuckers up then and tell them what happened. If you can remember what time and where it happened then they should be able to narrow down which cunt did it like.

^ I'm on it

Were you on the bike at the time?

I confess

the other day at the rollas brendan asked me if I sometimes chose to ride into confrontational situations, could I see them coming up ahead and did I then carry on anyway just to have an excuse to shout at someone

I provaricated and tried to dodge the question

actually he was right, there are moments for example when I can see someone is pulling out without bothering to look and that I then pedal up and tap their window (possibly bang on it) and shout at them for being unobservant idiots

I just love an excuse to tell an idiot that they are an idiot

however brendan has made me more self aware, so hopefully I can begin moderating myself a little more

brendan - I thank you for asking the question that left me feeling uncomfortable

I also have a vomit confession

a few weeks ago I was feeling a little unwell. Cycling home down the a4 I suddenly had the urge to throw up. Was in the middle lane doing 20 mph and I had about 3 seconds between thinking I needed to hurl and my stomach contacting. I liberally decorated a few cars, myself and my bike with a projectile yawn.

quality^^^ never done that yet. did you keep going and just wipe the mouth, winking slyly to the nodder in the car next to you?

Is that like the communal PE kit box at school?

up north we called this 'the skegger bin'

Carried in pedalling until I got to the kerb. From standing in the gutter I wasvomitting over the pavement to the wall on the other side of the pavement.

I confess, done jack all work since I came on here this morning.

i think the beatles are overrated

I agree with you. But I also love the Beatles. I just wish people (a lot of whom i'm sure hardely ever actually listen to the music) wouldn't twat on about them all the time.

@s.walrus, i'm also very nervous about the potential 6music shutdown. Flawed as it undoubtedly is it's the nearest thing to a decent radio station we've had in this country since since xfm was taken over by Capital. Excluding R4 of course.

I confess to nearly killing a pensioner.

Whilst recovering from an ACL reconstruction early last year I had to make my way to the local hospital by bus. I was wearing a full brace and could not bend my leg past a few degrees, which generally meant having it out pretty much straight all the time.

On the bus home I got fed up with people quite clearly (I was watching them) not bothering to watch their feet before kicking my leg. I was concerned that someone would kick me a bit too hard and damage the graft. Since I hadn't been able to leave the house for the last 2 months, I didn't fancy starting over again, so I took protective action.

I placed one of the crutches along the length of my leg, resting the tip next to my heel so as not to create any more of a hazard than my outstretched and clearly non-functioning leg. I took the view that anyone who tripped on my crutch deserved it for recklessly putting my health at risk.

That is...until a pensioner spotted her stop and, of course, tripped over my crutch/ leg. I immediately felt bad as a couple of passengers rushed to help her up. From my sitting position right next to her head I was the only one who could hear her pleading with them to stop pulling her arms cos it was hurting her arthritis. Guilt overpowered self preservation and I squatted on one leg to left her by the torso whilst instructing the others to stop pulling at her like a rag doll.

Guilt magnified 1,000,000x when I looked at her white hair and noticed a red spot about the size of a tennis ball and realised she'd cracked her head open. The passengers helped her off the bus, into the butcher's as he'd seen the whole thing.

I still feel pretty bad, but I couldn't have taken another re-construction and another 2 months in the brace. Perhaps she should have looked where she was going, and PERHAPS she simply couldn't see. Who knows, I've stopped trying to work it out.

on with fire resistant pants

I agree with you. But I also love the Beatles. I just wish people (a lot of whom i'm sure hardely ever actually listen to the music) wouldn't twat on about them all the time.

begrudgingly i like the beatles too. Shame some other bands don't get as much recognition. But then again guess i'd always favor the underdog either-way

Beanpie... the UK consensus of your situation would be to have a bleeping highly-visible device attached to your foot, or to just stay at home until you're tough enough to leave the house.

Unfortunately we haven't had a middle ground option for some time.