I got up this morning to discover that my bike lights, inadvertantly left on my bike overnight, were still there. Not only that, but the neighbour’s Chelsea tractor was sitting there with its tailgate open and was also still there, unmolested, with all the junk in the back there too. And there’s been a bike in the Vauxhall underpass that has been stupidly locked up with the lock round the saddle post instead of through the frame so any scrote with a spanner could make off with it and that lasted two whole days. This is London, a proper world-class capital city, not some village in Dorset where everyone leaves their house unlocked and the worst thing the local kids get up to is scrumping. If this gets out we’ll be a laughing stock. The youth of today, I ask you. Just because it’s a little nippy out doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be out there raping and pillaging and hanging around smoking in bus stops. What do you think those hoods on your sweatshirts are for? Get a grip.
That is all.