• Riding to Snowy/Gwyn's party this weekend up the New Kent Road getting close to elephant and Castle and decided to take the left turn on Rodney Place heading toward East Street Market. All of a sudden a wine bottle smashes in front of me as I'm riding. I look up and there are another 3 bottle heading in my general direction. There's a load of yoofs on top of some kind of roof top about 8 stories high laughing.
    I keep cycling giving it the usual verbals but opt not to stop. If one of those things had hit me in the head fuck knows what would have happened. [strike]Deep down I wanted [/strike] I still want to do an Edward Woodward equaliser type thing on these little fuckers. It was the height of cowardice and downright dangerous.

    Before any of you bedwetters come on here telling me I'm wrong in wanting to exact a fair brand of response, the cops said they couldn't find them, even if they did find them and prove their finger prints of the tiny shards of glass they couldn't proove they'd thrown the bottles. Just imagine your loved one being found lying in the road a mess and bikeless.

    Anyway's be very careful on the back roads. On top of looking over your shoulder it seems like you gotta check the skyies too :-(

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