Dunno sweet 'eart. But, they don't. Like the cyclist that wanted to mow me down in Gower Street tonight. The little 'green man' winks, and says for me to go; yet, Mr Guerrilla Cyclist thinks differently. I push off the dropped pavement to make my way across the road; a cunt in Lycra pushing on two wheels tries to run into me.
Who’s in the wrong Geri?