2011-12-31 New Years' Eve: The Conscientious Objectors Grand Slam in an Evening Ride

Whilst riding home I managed to start the new year with the one thing I was going to try and make a real point of coming to terms with. Swearing, or the use of foul language.

In my semi-conscious state I was ambling along Holloway Road when this rather portly female came shuffling from a bus stop armed with what looked like the remains of a box of that culinary delight they call "Southern Fried Cat/Rat insert animal here" and attempted to launch it at me. Some kind of skidding sixth sense enabled me to miraculously dodge said heavy fire which annoyed her because she slipped and fell over. I bellowed "You fuckin' fat cunt" at her and the people at the bus stop (who had been laughing as she trundled towards me) went batshit crazy.

I was more annoyed that it'd taken me less than 2 hours to break one of my resolutions.

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