Epic fail

Got back to my house to find a note from the Post Office - 'We tried to deliver your parcel, but you weren't in. We have put the parcel in a safe place' - beside which the postie had scrawled 'In your blue bin'.

I don't know if you are familiar with the concept of bins, with particular reference to the emptying thereof. Our postie was not. He chucked a £150 ski jacket in the bin to be collected. At least he put it in the recycling. It would be a real shame if it went to landfill.

same happened to me the other week but with courier company MyHermes.

They just left my girlfriends £100 coat in the blue bin on our driveway.

Mink? Didit get stole?

That deer crash: he or she might have avoided it if they'd been riding in primary position.

Just saying.

no, luckily it was still there when I got home.

for a brief moment we considered claiming that it wasnt there and getting another but decided that was pretty shitty and didnt.

no, luckily it was still there when I got home.

*shrug*

That stoatally wen over your head.

wait ferret...

That deer crash: he or she might have avoided it if they'd been riding in primary position.

Just saying.

Yeah looks like he got stuck in a rut and couldn't see be-hind the corner. If he'd blown his horn they might have herd him. It's a fawny issue, looks like he must've got a nasty graze, I hope he managed to stagger to safety. Bike looks fucked fur sure, he'll probably have to dismantler and sell it for parts.

And if he's hurt that deer venison his own conscience.

I don't have the hart to join in with this.

To be fair, it's weaselly missed.

I was debating whether to buck the trend.

H-oof!

something something venison.

Similar thing nearly happen to me on a run. Fully grown male stag* was startled by a car, on the dirt road above the trail I was on. Massive bastard shot out of the trees above me. near kicking me in the face. Did a little poo.

*insert drunken bridegroom to be joke here.

My uncle was attacked by stags in Epping Forest.

He had to tell them the go-karting was off.

When I was a lad, we used to go on deer roundups on some of the local estates (for counting & culling).

The deer would all be corralled, and then small groups allowed into a fenced of wood, with netting.

The catchers jobs was to grab a deer, put a mask over its face (which calms them down), and truss them up to be weighed and measured.

Except it was pretty much full contact British bulldogs, rubgy tackling 20 stone horn-headed stags running at pace.

It was the young bucks with the spiky antlers that you had to watch out for though - one catcher all but lost a kidney.

#csb

When I was a lad, we used to go on deer roundups on some of the local estates (for counting & culling).

Yeah, we used to do something similar round our local estates, except we were rounding up 3 litre bottles of cider and MD 20/20. You big posho.

"Deer" is just a euphemism for forrins.

Erm - that makes what I wrote earlier sound a little off...

A no-cycling lane. Genius!

^ We have one just like that in Cambridge :

http://goo.gl/maps/UFK8N

After years of campaigning from cyclists they're doing away with it next year and lopping off dozens of parking spaces to do so. I sometimes rather respect our local politicians.

I understand we why that's wrong, but isn't it normal?? Certainly seems to be in my experience.

It used to be normal, but the DFT realised how dangerous it was, and revised the design guidelines ages ago.
There should be a buffer zone.
This was painted today.