Spotted: You, male, youngish, foppish, tallish. Riding a single speed, perhaps a fixed, raleigh something. Mudguards, town bars, nice bike. Green rucksack. You stopped at the lights outside of Brixton to fiddle with your fondleslab. You took offence when I said "come on get going" as I had a car on my arse and couldn't move. You called me a prick.
I shouted back at you. A lot. I wasn't going anywhere.
Later. I saw you again. Just up from Balfe's Bikes and the Oddbins in Kennington.
Someone smacked into the back of you.
I hope it wasn't your fault again. You fucking cunt.
Spotted: You, male, youngish, foppish, tallish. Riding a single speed, perhaps a fixed, raleigh something. Mudguards, town bars, nice bike. Green rucksack. You stopped at the lights outside of Brixton to fiddle with your fondleslab. You took offence when I said "come on get going" as I had a car on my arse and couldn't move. You called me a prick.
I shouted back at you. A lot. I wasn't going anywhere.
Later. I saw you again. Just up from Balfe's Bikes and the Oddbins in Kennington.
Someone smacked into the back of you.
I hope it wasn't your fault again. You fucking cunt.