One time i left my bike outside a health-food store in Brixton. I was waiting in line with soymilk and other assorted vegan nice-ness, when a pair of totally f**ked up crackheads walk by. Then two seconds later they came back, one guy came into the shop and got in my way, whilst his friend nicked my bike.

I pushed the dude into a didplay of mung-beans, or something but it was too late.

Also, cos the guy was dishevelled and looked poor, I looked like Senor Facismo to all the dreadlocked hippies, beating up on a victim of society.

At one point I shouted, "That f**king crackhead f**k is f**king stealling my f**king bike, you f**k". If nothing else it drew me to real articualtion.

F**k.