Idiot cyclists: I'm walking back from Lidl this morning with two heavy carrier bags and a brolly along a narrow footpath, cycling banned, that has a knobbly flint wall one side and shrubbery the other when this loony on a push bike come hurtling at me shouting to "Get the F out of the way". No chance so I braced hard for impact. Got him with my shoulder.
He went out of control for another fifty odd yards and then collided with the wall hard and collapsed in a heap.
Ha, ha, ha.
I didn't bother to find out if the moron was hurt. I do hope so.
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History is much like an endless waltz: The three beats of war, peace and revolution continue on forever.
However history will change with my coronation - Mariemaia Khushrenada
