pretty good, no?

i was on my run this morning and went down a grass verge to meet the pavement....as i got there, a middle-class couple, fifties, fancy running clothes, were running towards me.

instead of running straight through them and cutting them apart, which seemed rude, i decided to swerve off to the side and leave the pavement again....unfortuanatly the women decided to take that same move.

we weren't very close so weren't in danger of hitting or owt....but i sort of swerved further to the side and she then crossed back again to the pavement.

anyway...as she went past, she muttered....'you don't cut up someone's run'..

and this really made me angry because i tried my best to be polite and they were horrible fair weather fuck-tards who think they wrote the rules of running or summat.

so i told her to 'fuck off'.

and i must say, it was wonderful because i was safe in the knowledge that she'd probably only use my profanity as the basis of a story she can tell carol on the phone later that evening as they call to compare the size of their wet patches post royal wedding announcement instead of being used as evidence that i clearly want to have my face kicked by the dirty pugnacious working-class equivilant who wouldn't ever let a swear go by with such ease...

seriously guys...tell some poshos to cunt off or something....it's brilliant, they don't even threaten to stab you.

amazing.