Part 3: Sunbathing Strokes
Part 1: Finding His Fetish
"Make mine a double!" This must be my favourite phrase when on a night out and on this occasion it cam back to haunt me.
As you know, the roads and pavements are being populated by brightly coloured, lycra wearing tosspots who may as well be wearing blinkers—I mean come on, they have death wishes. Undertaking, squeezing through gaps, and running red lights. Yes, I'm on about cyclists. I hate the majority of them, which is unusual because I am one. Before you say anything, no, I don’t wear lycra, yes, I stop at red lights, and yes, I have a bright red face when riding up a hill.