• Stay on target!

    I watched, bemused, as a nodder and a Brompton Psycho zipped through a red light, right across Portland Place at New Cavendish St. You know, the big dual carriageway bit outside the BBC?

    They got about halfway when a wall of white vans started thundering towards them. The nodder panicked and started wobbling to a halt, but Brompton Psycho thought he could make it and started sprinting.

    The inevitable happened and they spaffed into each other like sacks of shit. then crumpled into a heap in front of the now wildly parping vans. They were OK, so I shouted "fuckwits!" and went on my merry way...

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