I did when caught short , I think it was Dartmoor or Exmoor, but I was too traumatised to remember. It was one of those supersonic jobs -one minute silence -the next OMG
An old acquaintance tells me has fantasies of the time we went on school camp, after finishing A levels. We went up a mountain above Buttermere, it was a hot day. The boys stripped down to underpants and went in the tarn to cool off. Not to be outdone, I went in pants and a T shirt. It was a very cold tarn. The T shirt was somewhat clingy.
My pet hate, adult cyclists who ride on the footpath. When you don't move out of the way they give you loads of abuse!
When I used to cycle to work, my pet hate was people who walked in the cycle track, and gave me loads of abuse when I pointed out that, for their own safety, they would do better to walk in the much broader expanse of pavement alongside it, or the much broader expanse of lawn on the other side, or the promenade beyond that, or the beach. So much space to walk in, but no, they stuck determinedly to the bare metre reserved for cyclists.
Some local woman cycles along the pavement wearing a jacket that says THINK BIKE! Well I do because she's cycling on the pavement. If I'm aware if them behind me, I weave about a bit. That confuses the b######s. I wouldn't do that in central London though, they're psychopaths. They'd run you over and complain you'd scratched their bike. And don't get me started on the cyclists who save the planet by perching a child in one of those child seat things. I even saw one idiot with a trailer attached to his bike. There were two very young children in it right at the level of exhaust fumes and below the line of sight of any driver behind. And then there was the moron cycling in the rain with an upturned black binbag over the child's head
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It was one of those supersonic jobs -one minute silence -the next OMG
If I'm aware if them behind me, I weave about a bit. That confuses the b######s. I wouldn't do that in central London though, they're psychopaths. They'd run you over and complain you'd scratched their bike.
And don't get me started on the cyclists who save the planet by perching a child in one of those child seat things. I even saw one idiot with a trailer attached to his bike. There were two very young children in it right at the level of exhaust fumes and below the line of sight of any driver behind. And then there was the moron cycling in the rain with an upturned black binbag over the child's head