someone shouting "TWWWAAAATTT!" at me last night on upper street.
Blah blah blah wrong side of road yadda yadda not my fault blah blah there was loads of room blah blah yadda yadda when another cyclist wearing a World Champions jersey swung over and hit me in the face with what looked like a hardback copy of John Steinbecks The Grapes Of Wrath and then called me a twat.
so thanks for that mystery cyclist.
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