Commuting: In no particular order
What's that, there, left, right, in front of me.
Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck OFF! yeah cheers mate!
Oops. Er, sorry.
Thank fuck that's quietened down.
What's that squeak?
Should I trackstand? Will I look a wanker? Yes. But you're wearing those socks, with those shoes.
That's a new noise.
ANd you grandad.
Do I know them? No.
Sometimes:
"oh hello , how you?"
When out of the city:
Not much, usually scaring myself when I go down hills.
I also find if my thoughts turn to angry stuff and thinking about what other people might think about me or providing commentary from JohnMotson, it's time to have something to eat or drink.
Commuting: In no particular order
What's that, there, left, right, in front of me.
Fuck off. Fuck off. Fuck OFF!
yeah cheers mate!
Oops. Er, sorry.
Thank fuck that's quietened down.
What's that squeak?
Should I trackstand? Will I look a wanker? Yes. But you're wearing those socks, with those shoes.
That's a new noise.
ANd you grandad.
Do I know them? No.
Sometimes:
"oh hello , how you?"
When out of the city:
Not much, usually scaring myself when I go down hills.
I also find if my thoughts turn to angry stuff and thinking about what other people might think about me or providing commentary from JohnMotson, it's time to have something to eat or drink.