No not a bizarre form of self-abuse, I was just thinking tis a mild night, tis a Friday night, there’s a bike in the company car park witha full tank and a set of keys ont he desk in front of me…
Could be a good opportunity for a completely pointless, environmentally detrimental spin round our Nations’ capital and her filthy fun strewn, gold paved, prozzie coated, party hardy streets…
Anyone got any plans that a 'nuther set of wheels could roll past?