A yoof in Maidstone walked off with my bicycle some years ago. Came out of t'newsagent. Saw him down the street a few yards, having trouble wheeling it - 'cos it folds. Red mist! Ran after him. Smashed both fists in his face. He staggers. Starts flailing back cursing, caught me a glancer on t'ear, then bystanders 'rescued' me. "You old w*nker' cries thief retreating bikeless. "I may be a w*nker but you're a f**king thief'. Sooooo satisfying.
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A yoof in Maidstone walked off with my bicycle some years ago. Came out of t'newsagent. Saw him down the street a few yards, having trouble wheeling it - 'cos it folds. Red mist! Ran after him. Smashed both fists in his face. He staggers. Starts flailing back cursing, caught me a glancer on t'ear, then bystanders 'rescued' me. "You old w*nker' cries thief retreating bikeless. "I may be a w*nker but you're a f**king thief'. Sooooo satisfying.
Excellent. Good comment and most warming.
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