30:6:05 :: It'd be nice to fill this with some really insightful thoughts on the state of politics, the latest fad in "the industry" and the exciting things I've been up to, but fat fucking chance of that. Instead:
Politics: bunch of cock, whining won't make a difference.

the industry: still full of freaks and dickheads but there seems to be more corporate cocksucking going on. Upsetting to see it sell out, it makes me want to ride a bike made by some Californian hippy cunt sat on top of a mountain. Hah, fuck that, I'm going to ride one made by child labour. Their little hands do really good welds you see, although malnutrition makes them a bit shaky from time to time. Nevermind, we're doing them a favour after all. GIANT BICYCLES UK SUCK OFF HORSES. Especially the CoCos hanging around SSMM, gwan, fuck off and say buzzwords 'til you piss yourselves with excitement, leave the hardcore wankers to what we do best, wanking our egos. Get in.

EXCITEMNTTNNTNTNTNNTNTNTN: so exciting I can't type it without breaking out my glowsticks and raving it up a bit. COME ON! Actually, I'm going to turn myself into an overly serious cyclist type. I've already been getting fucked off with people in my way at races, so I'm going to have a crack at 24hrs of solo annoyance. See if I can do it without stabbing some Marin/Whyte riding twat when he holds me up on the slight descent because there's like mud and stuff on the ground and riding it around Cunt-Y-MBR hasn't prepared him for that sort of crazy freeride shit. Ride faster, until you get a greater degree of skill than not letting go of the handlebars or you break your arms and take have to take up darts using your teeth. Mong spacker, NNNNUUUUUURRRRGHUUUIUUNN, That's you, that is. Anyway, I'm off out on my road bike, seeing if I can do a Tom Simpson and shit my pants. Just need to get some speed and brandy. I wonder if any Manchester bike shop owners can get me any? Probably not, they'd be too busy fucking cabin boys.