Skully recently told me a funny story about one of his commutes.
As you probably all know Skully is the proud owner of a Pinarello that used to belong to Alan Lord-Sugar, the failed PC salesman. How Skully came by this bike is a funny story too but it will have to wait for another day. Anyway Skully is none too keen on being overtaken when he is out on the Sugar Pin, as he calls it, and has a tendency to react rather badly.
One morning he was pootling up the OKR when he was passed by what's commonly known as a 'nodder' wearing 'flouro' and a 'helmet' riding a 'hybrid'. In an instant Skully's dander was up and he gave chase using all of the 13 gears at his disposal. The poor guy he was chasing hadn't a clue so was bit surpirsed when Skully pulled alongside and started shouting "Swords in to ploughshares". (I admit I don't really know why he was shouting that but it's as unwise to interrupt Skully when he is telling a story as it is to overtake him on the road). So, screaming his odd phrase Skully starts edging the bloke towards the kerb, "squeezing him like a ripe peach" as he put it, until the chap had no choice but to stop. Skully pulls over and lifts his bike above his head with one hand and makes a crude masturbatorial gesture with the other while the bloke just stares open mouthed. Then Skully's on his way again and all's right with the world.
He's a card is Skully and you never know what he'll get up to next. Chapeau! I say.
Skully recently told me a funny story about one of his commutes.
As you probably all know Skully is the proud owner of a Pinarello that used to belong to Alan Lord-Sugar, the failed PC salesman. How Skully came by this bike is a funny story too but it will have to wait for another day. Anyway Skully is none too keen on being overtaken when he is out on the Sugar Pin, as he calls it, and has a tendency to react rather badly.
One morning he was pootling up the OKR when he was passed by what's commonly known as a 'nodder' wearing 'flouro' and a 'helmet' riding a 'hybrid'. In an instant Skully's dander was up and he gave chase using all of the 13 gears at his disposal. The poor guy he was chasing hadn't a clue so was bit surpirsed when Skully pulled alongside and started shouting "Swords in to ploughshares". (I admit I don't really know why he was shouting that but it's as unwise to interrupt Skully when he is telling a story as it is to overtake him on the road). So, screaming his odd phrase Skully starts edging the bloke towards the kerb, "squeezing him like a ripe peach" as he put it, until the chap had no choice but to stop. Skully pulls over and lifts his bike above his head with one hand and makes a crude masturbatorial gesture with the other while the bloke just stares open mouthed. Then Skully's on his way again and all's right with the world.
He's a card is Skully and you never know what he'll get up to next. Chapeau! I say.