I know what you mean, why the fuck should I care what the temperature is in my house while I'm in Wetherspoons eating my regular vegetarian breakfast, or why would I want a recording from a Ring doorbell of the spastic Evri delivery man depositing another parcel in the wheelie bin? I'm sure this is valuable information to the Chinese government but fuck knows why.
No, I had a little mileometer that attached to the wheel spindle and a cogged wheel was turned by a peg fitted to the spokes. I had it calibrated every two weeks by a laboratory in Cambridge to ensure it remained more reliable then the electrics in a 1980's Alfa Romeo.
If Edward still has to bend over to pick George's shit up off the pavement I fail to see the benefit of any 'assistance' provided. Speaking personally, picking dog shit up would make me mental.
No offence Wolfie.
I've found your bike, also in a colour to reflect how your lot acted in the world wars. https://minibikerscycles.co.uk/products/frog-52-20-tour-de-france-limited-edition-yellow
Va te faire foutre, you cunt
I had a Chopper and then a Grifter. I couldn't bring myself to buy the Bomber with the bow curved cross bar and instead brought a Team Murray equivalent that had frame geometry like a Raleigh Burner but with 26" wheels. The Grifter I remember as being the heaviest, most cumbersome piece of shit that I've ever sat my arse on.
It also goes without saying that you graduated from the Raleigh Chipper to a cheap Chinese knock-off of the Raleigh Bomber................ called a Bumber.
High on glue spastic.
Abdul has shut his shop since he lost a fortune on buying too many crates of Prime hoping to make a killing from all the fucking mugs paying £30 a bottle, and not realising the arse fell out of the market quicker than the RNLI delivers qualified Iraqi doctors to our shores.
He didn't, he typed it.
To which I totally agree, religious belief is at the root of all conflicts, except the conflict I have with Ape - that is purely entertainment only as I dont have a Netflix subscription anymore.
Baked Bean canapes followed by Spam fritters with a polystyrene cement jus..................and the after dinner fruit bowl that he tries to catch Wolfies car keys in. Swinging!
You stupid cunt, you know Billy can't be trusted with pens (they cause the ceramic to delaminate from his gnashers when he chews the tops) he puts wax crayons to paper.
What a weird thing for a left-wing labour representative to be opposed to. The party that incessantly spouts the benefit and need for employment unions but as soon as a 'union' of scum commit a crime they don't like the 'collective bargaining' approach. Fuck off you bunch of paradox policy cunts
Don't worry as we can always replace these numerous potential superstars with the ones that arrive daily in dinghies and, its a positive that they are already highly qualified and at the top of their game.