Cycling home through Victoria, white van pulls out from road on the right, arcs over to my lane and rubs against me. I look in the window, like: "hello?" Driver and passenger both on the phone... I go to jot down the reg and the driver says, laughing, "good luck with that!" I shrug, he had a point, I go on my way.
Cycling home through Victoria, white van pulls out from road on the right, arcs over to my lane and rubs against me. I look in the window, like: "hello?" Driver and passenger both on the phone... I go to jot down the reg and the driver says, laughing, "good luck with that!" I shrug, he had a point, I go on my way.
Fuck London. I'm getting so bored with it.