Critical Mass

On Tue, 27 Apr 2004 22:37:08 +0100, Jon Senior
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It would be cool to meet some more u.r.c-ers!

Don't forget the York Rally :-)

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On Tue, 27 Apr 2004 22:37:08 +0100, Jon Senior
<jon_AT_restlesslemon_DOTco_DOT_uk> wrote in message
<[email hidden]>:

Quoted message said:

It would be cool to meet some more u.r.c-ers!

Don't forget the York Rally :-)

If I can make it... Shouldn't be a problem but my work load
tends to be random and short-term (No warning). I might try
and book the time off now.

Jon

Does anyone know if the Cardiff CM is still going? (I've
seen the website, but I just want to make sure that it's not
out of date)

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pasteurised, 'cause pasteurised is best??" "Ernie, I'll be
happy if it comes up to my chest"

Skunk <[email hidden]> wrote in message news:<[email hidden]>...

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Over the last month, I have been sworn at on thirteen
occasions. Cut up on eight occassions. Had stuff thrown at
me twice out of a car window - (fortunately I was wearing
a helmet on the second occassion, and the apple just
bounced off harmlessly)

That was me throwing the apple, an orange pippin if memory
serves; I was aiming for a nearby rubbish bin. I blush to
admit that I may also have been the malefactrix in at least
one of the swearing incidents. The occasion was an argument
with my former husband Theodore, who nurtures a
pathological (he maintains neurological) dislike for
Bromptons along with an almost Tourette's-like compulsion
to comment on the pulchritude or lack thereof of folding-
bicycle aficionados of the female persuasion. I typically
hold my tongue on such occasions, as I have so often during
our long and brutally wearing post-connubial association,
but alas I'd had about as much as I could take and 'I could
takes no more'. I told him that other people were not put
on this earth solely to be on the receiving end of his
inappropriate observations; the language I employed was
uncharacteristically salty and shocked even my own broadly
liberal sensibilities. It was almost

the course of our fracas I seem to recall hurling a
particularly unladylike epithet his way and watching in
horror as it was absorbed instead by a passing cyclist, who
wobbled slightly but continued on with renewed vigour, no
doubt grateful to be in possession of a means of escape from
such a vile urban tableaux.

I apologise unreservedly.

(The former Mrs Theodore) Gertrude Blovius