Is it time to start calling out bad cyclists?

It's like casually trying to pass someone some drugs without anyone noticing but then tripping, sneezing and blowing a cloud of white powder into the bouncers face.

Reminds me. A friend of mine rang me, I am on the bus, to talk about the party that night. He said his uncle Charlie and his friend Eberneezer were coming and did I want to meet them. I said, aloud on the bus, "Charlie? Eberneezer? Who are you talking about", or something along those lines, "What do you mean? They are coming to the party?", and so on.

I am sure most of the other people on the bus knew what was going on, since I was travelling through Camden at the time.

Met Michael Foot on the same bus, on another day. That was fun, chatted with him most of the way home. Number 24 innit?

Random reminiscances