Yes, Ashby, I'm referring to you, you pathetic twit.
I know you run <splutter, guffaw> through Tentsmiur Forest on occasion. I was running there today
and passed a simple soul who fitted my mental image of you perfectly. Do tell, was it you? If it
was, I was the running god in blue goretex top and red adidas tights that wafted past you, giving
you a baleful stare.
You may be interested to know I ran 21 k (about two-and-a-half circuits of the costal side path)
in a little over 79 minutes. Not fast, I know, but it was bloody windy along the northern edge of
the forest.
BTW, who's turned the area into a playground for mountainbikers? Couldn't move for the bloody idiots
falling off all over the place. Can't they superglue themselves onto their saddles if they have no
sense of balance?