Today , cycling near home, I was pulled up by a copper and asked if I thought I would be better off with a helmet on. A bloody helmet! I told him that I didn't think of very much at all when cycling, that being the point of it. I was then treated to a mini 'elf and safety lecture delivered in such grotesque English I dearly wish I could have recorded it somehow. What an absolute and utterly brain dead wretch he was. He will have been about twenty five I reckon, so another thirty years of this semi literate, automaton wandering about the place bothering people. If he can be bothered that is, after all we wouldn't want him to suffer from stress after dealing with dangerous cyclists. Bastard.
Am I a magnet for these people?
Fortunately, this and other frustrations will be swept away this evening when I intend to go out with a few mates and drink enough beer to kill small horse. I will hopefully drink about twenty five bloody units, and bump into that plodman again. Perhaps they will allow me internet access in my cell.
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