so there I was last night, riding along minding my own business on my shiny new carbon fibre tour de france winning copy bicycle. As I get to a roundabout a dirty great wasp flies up my new cycling trousers that I got from Halfords and sits on my gentlemens' garden area. I go round this roundabout shouting and hollering and calling it names to get out of there when some geezer on a mountain bike pulls up next me.
I still keep shouting to see if he will help me get the wasp off my w$lly. And the b@stard pushes me off !
Id like to say thanks though, as it squashed that efffin wasp :roll: