tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7097235.post7623149957822193645..comments2023-10-19T17:08:35.836+03:00Comments on CORFUCIUS: Corfuciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12583583284918222360noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7097235.post-12432839794859302392010-06-04T13:48:04.736+03:002010-06-04T13:48:04.736+03:00You are so good. That is a true Badass comment and...You are so good. That is a true Badass comment and I am still picturing the scene with 'those who had to die'.<br />When you and i are finally tracked down to our <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rogue_Male_(novel)" rel="nofollow">rogue male</a> foxhole - cyclists, nouvelle voiturists and loose-lacers strewn across the killing fields - the shrinks can pounce on this blog and go 'Corfuciushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12583583284918222360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7097235.post-81646391205817395402010-06-04T13:05:09.423+03:002010-06-04T13:05:09.423+03:00I was in front of a large new car cycling to a mee...I was in front of a large new car cycling to a meeting at Warwick. The driver abruptly hoots at me, mainly, though I don't really understand, for being in front of him. He had to die of course. As I left Euston station a man in his thirties with an earphone and a sagging shirt muttered 'Idiot!' I was cycling slower than he was walking. 'F*ck off' he muttered not even glancing sibaddhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02385376572555781755noreply@blogger.com