• the prize for the most consistently abject cycling has to go to the twunts on foldables who race each other up Grays Inn Road to Kings Cross train station. Today some fuckwit who thought he was brompton's answer to a new Lucas Brunelle film almost flattened a woman who couldn't have imagined anyone would try and fit through the gap in front of her. When I caught up to him to discuss the matter, he was grinning with pride at the danger he had created and eluded. But at least he made his train no doubt. Dick.

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