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We'll be voting again soon.

Clegg said he would work with the party that secured most votes, so that would be the Tories.

But the Tories don't want PR, but that would be the price Clegg would have.

Labour + LibDems don't have enough of a majority together to push through electorial reform.

Clegg blew it.

I had a really bad case of speed wobbles

wvm's post about this saved me at the weekend as I clamped the top tube with my legs to brin it back under control.

Neat trick on a fixie James!

Political answer to Ceiling Cat.

Tory Twat is watching you masturbate...

If I opened my front door and saw someone looking like that on the outside, I'd shut it pretty damn quick and hide in the cupboard under the stairs - he looks v. sinister!

YouTube- Espresso, Intelligentsia

YouTube- Syphon, Intelligentsia

That's a cute video - notice how it's all black and white apart from the coffee? Nice work.

In Paris they serve unbelievable yumminess in the form of macaroons here:

87 miles two weekends ago on 68" fixed. Furthest I've ridden for years.

I think someone earlier said iWorks is bundled - then talked about Garageband. iLife is bundled and includes Garageband (music mixing and podcasts) as well as iTunes, iPhoto, iWeb and iMovie. Consumer apps, but pretty classy for all that.

iWorks I don't think is bundled and the packages are excellent value. If your produce work that's going to stay on Mac then use iWorks.

Unfortunately we do live in an Office world so you may have to get Office too. My only real complaint with Office is the price. I have yet to upgrade to the latest version. Cheap it ain't.

:D tch! Philistines! ;) (entertaining start to Friday, thx!)

S'OK, I was pulling your leg...

Clouds and the dark of night are the death of me; sunlight brings me to life. I follow you, you create me. I’m a two dimensional you. Sometimes I’m at your side, sometimes behind though you can never leave me, and sometimes I’m in front; though you can never catch me.

I look at you in your weird three-dimensional world of colour, sound, smell. You look at me and I play a trick on you: as you cycle down the road and stare at me, the road becomes a blur and you appear to move so fast. But when you look away from two dimensional me and focus on where you are going, you slow down and the scale of the task hits you and you despair.

Sunlight dapples through tree-covered roads and I flit in and out of existence. I flow over the road surface, across the verge and into bushes. Nothing that can hurt you can hurt me, monochrome me; but if you die, I disappear. My legs pump pedals, just as yours do, but I’m silent; you gasp for breath, I don’t breath.

Sometimes there’s more than one of me, but there’s only ever one of you. Under street lamps at night, when the roads are wet, there’s just you, and me and me and me. Me and Me might be stronger than me, or weaker. A hint of colour sometimes makes me into a reflection.

We went for a stroll once, you and I. With her, the Dancer. And that made four of us. I liked and miss the umbra-her. It would be so nice for you to be so close to her that umbra-her and me become one, under the sun; less one on top of another but more the two of us merged into one.

If you can write in a book there’s a penumbra; but there are no shadows in the digital world.

I am not a number.

Lol, he did quite well in his own wretched, fascist, cunty way I thought.

If we didn't know it was Griffin it would almost be a good comedy sketch. Prisoners digging trenches for fibre optics! I've now watched 2 Griffin performances, his Question Time performance and this video. I think 2 is enough for a life time.

@Rik .. & the other one... Younger than 40!? (splutters into cocoa before going to bed to listen to the Archers) how dare you, you.. you.. whippersnappers! If I could get out of my armchair I'd teach you a thing or two.. bloody youth of today, don't know what's good for 'em.. bring back National Service, that's what I say.....

For the fun of it. I enjoy the humour, the utter pointlessness of some of the posts, the utter usefulness of other posts.

Do you have the same problem with other rubber products?

You need to get a crime incident number which the police will furnish you with. Phone the local cop shop if you can't physically get there.

Deffo get medical advice - trauma is more serious than many people think and there may be underlying injuries of which you are unaware.

What the driver said now may not be what she says when boyf or hubby hear about it... so don't take her word for it. Assume the worst. Get a solicitor involved.

Get witnesses.

I met a couple of guys touring on a tandem trike once. Mad.

Road 87 miles yesterday.

Thanks Hillbilly!

... there it was. Bright, bloody red, a transluscent ruby set against a dull damp grey asphalt pavement. An inviting jewel, seductive, dangerous, juicy...



I saw it there and saw red, red, red. I felt the anger rising, bubbling from deep down, spilling over into a boiling frenzy of action... the rage, the frustration, the total and utter annoyance and I vented my spleen on this wolf-peach fruit.



I raised my foot and stamped down hard. I showed no mercy. None. Even through my boot I could feel the delicate skin tear and split as unimaginable forces bore down, crushing, crushing, seeking to extinguish the life of this puke-inducing, nauseating, choking spawn of the devil. I could feel the innards of the fruit cave in, totally destroyed, each and every pip shaken from its womb, never to be fertilised, never to grow into another deadly, deadly nightshade.



From being a perfect thing it became a mangled two-dimensional mess. Gobbets of its entrails splattered far and wide, droplets of its blood stained my jeans, which are now in the washing machine such is my hatred of the raw tomato.



I feel no remorse for destroying it.



What though possessed me to do it?



Why?



Because I woke up to find yet another fucking flat tyre on my bike. That must be the fucking fifteenth fucking flat this year, nearly one a fucking week. Fuck fuck fuck. So instead of going out on a fucking wet fucking crappy fucking dull damp fucking Saturday I hoofed it to Halfords - a fucking crappy bike shop if there ever was one - and got three new fucking innertubes. Ha! Some good news - I only got charged for two as the checkout guy fucked it up.



Then of course, the trusty spanner I've been using for years gave up the ghost - instead of turning the wheel nuts, the spanner bent... FUCKING WELL BENT! Fuck, fuck and double fuck. So back into Maidenhead, by which time the decent bike shop was open, and I obtained a decent spanner.



And had Costa Espresso. And did some shopping. And met a mate and shot the breeze.



And then killed the fucking tomato.



And it felt good.



How's your day?

Braunston>Sanderstead>Selsdon>Poole>Maidenhead>Newport Rhode Island>Maidenhead.

@boredom something like that, I think his wand got caught in his spokes when descending [name your hill of choice].

I don't think Easyjet's outsourcing of baggage handling absolves them of responsibility, otherwise you may we well contract with the baggage handlers yourself. It's a service they offer and the contract you have is with them.

You may want to take legal advice or at least Citizen's Advice If you are self employed and belong to the FSB there is free legal advice there.

To damage a derallieur hanger in the way you describe takes significant force - you may find your frame is now also out of alignment, the cost of stripping it down to check, then fixing it, and putting it all back together again could mean it's a write off and you'll have to have a new frame.

I wouldn't get it repaired where you are otherwise you will blow your case.

@31trum I seem to recall they did, but before my time...