Well, it isn't an excuse any more. Petrol's dropped below 90c a litre, so all the blouse wearing, latte swilling, CBD dwelling, mr biggles imitation helmet wearing brown nosers who jumped on the back of the scooter bandwagon can get the fuck off with only their pathetic excuse for protective gear to save them.
Which makes what I saw this morning all the more interesting!
Well not really. Just another twat on a scooter, but with particularly twatty characteristics.
1. Like a beacon of stupidity, a tuft of blue hair poking out from beneath the 5 square inches of coverage the skull cap helmet provided.
2. The navigaton system of this douche had evidently been pulled out of a particularly retarded fly, and dropped into the headspace of this guy. It was a tight squeeze. He was slaloming through peak hour cars like an infantile child pretending to be a plane.
I did not care to hang around to observe more, the traffic was bad enough without the inevitable swarm of ambulances this guy was going to attract.
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