 |
| "we're gonna need a bigger helmet" |
As you can see from the bloke in the background, the competition was stiff, but after a bit of embalming fluid, I'm sure that he soon loosened up.
This charity bike ride was organised by the awful Shoreham College, home to all kinds of upper class twits in the making, the school where Loughton's father was educated, and he liked it so much, that he married the headmaster's daughter, just as soon as he had managed to get shot of Loughton's mother. The things that are missed off of Timbo's wikipedia page are far more interesting than the rubbish that he strictly controls on there and updates after any corrections that may include the truth.
Following his long and arduous cycle trek, he went to the farmers market in town, to meet his admiring public. You can see the lack of people in the immediate vicinity of Timmy Plops, and I'm not surprised, you will note that he hasn't changed his clothes after his supposed 20m (he fails to clarify whether this is miles or metres) bike ride. This is the bloke who made accusations about my personal hygene, and the dirty b*stard hasn't even bothered to change his clothes after a long cycle on a hot day, he must stink like a dead dog's arse. The only reason why Cllr Debbie was able to stand that close to him is because there was a strong wind blowing up East Street yesterday, spare a thought for the poor jazz band who were up wind of him though, they were apparently rendered unconscious and required hospital treatment, which was a bit of a shame for them, because Loughton and his mates have closed our local hospital and plan to sell it off to developers.
Let's hope that he soon does get on his bike, and sods off back to Burgess Hill for good.
K
