I've ended up doing this by default due to my Christmas dinner being served up 81miles away, and needing to be back for work today, with a distinct lack of transport options other than my beloved bike.
Got off to a rather inauspicious start, fixing my first puncture of 2012(!) in the pissing rain at 9am Christmas morning. I daresay I uttered more religious phraseology at this point than the Archbishop of Canterbury did all day.
Anyway, as a result of this I now find myself in the top 100 saddest cunts. I think I also have double trench foot...
I've ended up doing this by default due to my Christmas dinner being served up 81miles away, and needing to be back for work today, with a distinct lack of transport options other than my beloved bike.
Got off to a rather inauspicious start, fixing my first puncture of 2012(!) in the pissing rain at 9am Christmas morning. I daresay I uttered more religious phraseology at this point than the Archbishop of Canterbury did all day.
Anyway, as a result of this I now find myself in the top 100
saddest cunts. I think I also have double trench foot...