I threw caution to the wind after British Cycling suggested not cycling today (the cunts), and cycled. Just go back and showered and opened a bag of pickled onion Monster Munch whilst the two minute silence was on. Needless to say, I’ve had to take a visit to the dog house.
What a load of old shite that funeral is - I’m gonna catch up on last night’s NFL in the bedroom. Blisss.
