• As I muttered "fucking hell..." to myself earlier, watching the seemingly endless stream of cyclists flow into the tiny gaps either side of a stationary bus and cram themselves sardine like between the kerbs, its side, each other, I suddenly wondered if someone leaning on the corner of the bus with one hand and riding a bike with no brakes was in a position to pass judgement...

    These people were cunts. And the guy who nearly took me out as he turned the wrong way into a one way road, he was a cunt of titanic proportions. But I was a cunt too, and so was everyone else in their own unique way, and I was too busy riding my bike in the sun to care about it anyway.

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