Fat Lad Is Out Of Sorts

Not sure how capitalised that title should be but hey ho.

Thoroughly fucking fed up is the only way I can describe things. My resolutions/targets are becoming like Albatross around my neck. We have an uninhabitable flood damaged dining area due to ‘turns-out-to-be-the-completely-wrong-fucking-one-pump ‘ and my beloved bikes are now probably being ridden by some burberry wearing pikey chav scum who paid fifty quid for a carbon dream steed.

The last thing I can’t mention in a public enviroment yet (the locked twitter feed has details though) but it seems to be yet another case of nice guy coming last.

Normal service will resume once my head space is realigned.

Fat Lad

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