I had a dream last night that some fucker had nicked my bike, related, I think, to the trauma of a friend suggesting I could lock my precious wheels up at Marble Arch and go and then walk down Oxford Street to eat cupcakes with her in Selfridges. Classic anxiety profile.
Bike thieves. The cunts.
I had a dream last night that some fucker had nicked my bike, related, I think, to the trauma of a friend suggesting I could lock my precious wheels up at Marble Arch and go and then walk down Oxford Street to eat cupcakes with her in Selfridges. Classic anxiety profile.