Brick Lane Bikes - Let's clarify some things

Can you be powder coated.

I went to BLB, they lured me in with free beer, but after a couple of bottles I was dragged into the cellar and killed like in that film 'Saw 3' - I was cut up and made into bike parts, my face a saddle, my cock a brake lever, my balls mere decorative baubles.

I understand that business is business, but this really put me off ever going back there.

Clearly I was lucky and left just in time.

Its all about Matchik (SP????) - he writes love letters on saddles for me. Now thats mother fucking customer service.

Haha! "For you my friend I have special saddle!"

ok???? now that not good for my selfworth:-)...

Martin's ok. BLB are still rubbish.

I am now stepping away from the computer and vowing never to say anything about blb again. It is not good for my blood pressure.

Clearly I was lucky and left just in time.

I fucking saw you eyeing up the baubles, you tramp.

Can you be powder coated.

They powder coated my bones and sold them as powder coated bones.

Cheeky bastards.

This is a complete lie. Have you ever looked at a courier's bike?

yes i have five of them all precisely built to my specifications and there is at least one ex courier working in blb who knows his stuff thpppp!

Fuck.. lucky I spent that week as a courier then.

are you sure that wasn't two weeks??

I wonder if they can powder coat flatulence there?

my cock a brake lever...

One finger lever was it?

I went to BLB, they lured me in with free beer, but after a couple of bottles I was dragged into the cellar and killed like in that film 'Saw 3' - I was cut up and made into bike parts, my face a saddle, my cock a brake lever, my balls mere decorative baubles.

Cock and bull if you ask me...........

i once went into a specialist hifi shop in high wycombe when i was about 13 and they were so incredibly rude to me that i was left really upset by the experience. i distinctly remember the feeling of welling up as i walked away. i wanted to buy a stereo but only had about 200 pounds. they explained to me the importance of good speakers and told me that i should forget about the JVC consumer tat i had been eyeing up and save first for some 'entry-level' speakers and then for an amplifier (about three years worth of saving at the time). i had no idea of the prices of good quality sound gear nor the pomposity of nerdy niche shop owners. when i failed to fully appreciate the exquisite nuances and layered timbres of their shop system they told me to 'run along little boy'. so i did, to dixons, and had years of satisfied listening. i only wanted to listen to Operation Ivy.

cunts.

I once went into a shop and the salesperson shot me in the head on the spot without saying a word.

I was quite upset after that.

He later said sorry and we're good friends now.

i once went into a specialist hifi shop in high wycombe when i was about 13 and they were so incredibly rude to me that i was left really upset by the experience. i distinctly remember the feeling of welling up as i walked away. i wanted to buy a stereo but only had about 200 pounds. they explained to me the importance of good speakers and told me that i should forget about the JVC consumer tat i had been eyeing up and save first for some 'entry-level' speakers and then for an amplifier (about three years worth of saving at the time). i had no idea of the prices of good quality sound gear nor the pomposity of nerdy niche shop owners. when i failed to fully appreciate the exquisite nuances and layered timbres of their shop system they told me to 'run along little boy'. so i did, to dixons, and had years of satisfied listening. i only wanted to listen to Operation Ivy.

cunts.

I feel your pain. That is a very sad tale.

What's the name of the shop? Let's go fuck 'em up!

I went to BLB, they lured me in with free beer, but after a couple of bottles I was dragged into the cellar and killed like in that film 'Saw 3' - I was cut up and made into bike parts, my face a saddle, my cock a brake lever, my balls mere decorative baubles.

I understand that business is business, but this really put me off ever going back there.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA

I am crying here.

So someone ended up sitting on your face and squeezing your cock.

They powder coated my bones and sold them as powder coated bones.

Sold me a bit of spine as a hub

went arse over tit i'm never going back

That's comedy gold.

I sometimes long for a job in customer services

Don't take this the wrong way, Ed, but Evans sounds like it's right up your street. You'll get never ending customer satisfaction there.

P.S. Are you Frank's son?

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