Friday, 7 October 2011
A fresh reminder to me this morning that even if the cyclist is 100% right and the driver 100% wrong, it's the cyclist who ends up dead.
Anger is nearly always a self-indulgent waste of time, but sometimes a man needs to be told he is a cock-juggling thundercunt. Loudly.
Yes, it's morning moan time.
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