Monday, 10 January 2011

Don't Get Involvoed.

Hey, Volvo Driver! Yes, you! The mother in the forest green station wagon driving her kids home from school because she doesn't want them exposed to the germs on the public transportation! You!

You know how your engine toils getting up Swain's Lane? You know how right at the steepest part of Swain's Lane it also gets to the narrowest point? You know how at that steepest and narrowest point there's also a set of speed bumps, so you have to adjust your steering not to bounce up the hill?

Well maybe -- and I'm just saying maybe here -- but maybe that isn't the best place to gun your engine and try to pass me, you fucking idiot!

Seriously, we all want to get home in time to see Spongebob, but isn't the trauma your kids will face from missing the first 15 seconds of an episode they've already seen like totally a lot lower than the trauma they'll experience watching their mother run somebody over?

Also, they totally dig the posh chicks at Holloway Prison, if you know what I mean.

Though we all know you'd get a small fine and a few points.

But still: use your fucking head, lady. Where are the police when we need them?



  1. When I saw this on my 'phone I thought the picture was of a Spongebob Squarepants cake. Now my mighty heart is broken.

  2. Alas, it was an advent calendar. But it did have chocolate behind each window. Spongebob would be a good shape for Lemon Drizzle.

  3. Doug, were you cycling on the road again?

  4. I know, I know. I should just never leave the rollers. In fact I should just buy one of these and be done with it:

    Or one of these: