All the ladies love Fat Lad…….
ahem anyway…
I am not, in any way, shape or form a confrontational person. Sometimes I’m so laid back I make “the dude” from “The Big Lebowski” look positively hyper and it drives Mrs Fat Lad abso-fecking-lutely crazy. So when all is not harmonious in the pedalling world it’s almost enough to put a man off his pies. Almost.
I will mention no names or even hint but there is an undercurrent of, hmmmm, well I dunno what. I don’t like it, and it’s breaking my heart. I really genuinely want every single person on this planet to get on and when it’s from my own pedalling family that there is unhappiness it really does upset me. Meanwhile I’ll be found sat so firmly on the fence that you’re going to need pliers to get these splinters out of my arse cheeks. I fecking hate being stuck in the middle of this and one of the things I’ve always been really really fucking proud of with my (there, I’ve said it, my) Pootle Crew is that newbie or pro everyone had a laugh on my rides.
Sorry, rant over.
Fat Lad
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