The wee fannies don't put enough thought into it these days. A ned smacked me in the jaw flinging a turnip once. I've also been soaked by an exploding bottle of coke and mentos dropped from the top of a bridgde and walked straight into a web of old video tape they'd tied at the bottom of some stairs. Another favourite was when they'd sneak up behind me when I was rolling a cigarette then scare me half to death making me jump and spill the cigarette. Just shouting at you from a bike is lame. |