Legal matters

Such events have a habit of becoming known anyway, so I ought to mention that on Sunday evening I was assaulted by a pavement cyclist. As he barged past us I told him to get off the pavement (and, admittedly, called him a nobhead), and K. and I continued on our way to the bus shelter. He returned ten minutes or so later and spat first towards me, then—after threatening me with his reared-up bike—in my face.

I’ve since been interviewed by the police, and while the above is all as per my statement to them, obviously I can’t comment any further. I’ve also disabled comments from you lot, as you’d only say something militant, you wingnuts.

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