A final week of bike related gags. I think I'd just had my first bike nicked from the car park at Trinity Theatre in Tunbridge Wells - it disappeared while I was on stage in a documentary play which was supposed to rehabilitate the reputation of gypsies. All that remained was a neatly severed bike lock. When I got my replacement bike I was much more careful about locking it up; Millie's precautions are only a slight exaggeration.
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