I can rant, I can rave, I can vent my spleen, but when an old mate trumps up and takes the piss, it brings you back to reality like a lightening rod in a storm. I must admit, it did take a couple of things for me to reach for the button, earlier an old blind bloke (with his guide dog) was brushed aside by a fucking retard of an arsehole (I use that word without regard) a young chap, who’s brow touched the top of his nose in a somewhat neandertol sort of style. You could tell by the vacuous look in his dead eyes that he wasn’t the brightest! I went for him to apologise to the dude with the dog, but the dude with the dog grabbed my arm and told me not to worry (how blind was this guy?)
Then to my regular riding spot (not dogging spot) I flew to morpeth, actually I took the scenic route for a change and got myself distracted by thoughts of melting folks faces! Anyway, into the car park I trumbled, and writhing 20 feet some total arsewipe decided they would just stop in the middle of a right turn (with NO indication) and let his trumpet of a wife (or whatever) out the passenger side door. She got into a car that was parked on the corner too and they both looked at me with daggers as I let them know my thoughts!
The trumpet in the van then parealleled me in the car park mouthing something, so I stopped, gesticulated to him to make a move, and he sped away!!! Did I follow him? Did I fuck. I’m in no mood for confrontation now, I know it would end up with ME in trouble, and I don’t want that as I have an appointment on Wednesday to change the colour of my beard from semi, to perminant blue…… oooh I wanna be a pirate x
Dec247h 
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