SoÂ I’m on the coach, right?
And we’re in Kensington, right?
And we’re stopped at the lights, right?
Well, this cyclist courier guy pulls up alongside us, right?
I mean he gets in tight and close to the coach, right?
And then, because he can’t go further forwards because there’s a van blocking his way, he has to wait there for the lights to change, right?
Well what he does is he keeps his feet on the peddles and just leans in to the side of the bus, right?
I mean, WTF?
When did ‘please feel free to lean against any vehicle’ appear in the inconsiderate bastard cyclists manual?
p.s. Sorry about the chavspeak; I’ve been listening to a parody of how youffs talk to each other and it’s cuttingly accurate but slightly addictive.