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Gave my bike a spin around Covent Garden yesterday, and after taking a stylish turn into the alley, was accosted by random granny, "Excuse me, excuse me, when you're on the crossroads, you've got to stop and look... could easily run over someone". *shameful Rachel secretly picturing myself punching granny* Anyways, I sincerely apologised and seemed to remember her saying, "that's OK", but still felt terribly awful. Once in a blue moon you would encounter some conscious urban heroes that dare to right the wrongs, and I'll bet they go home thinking proudly what a good deed they've done today, and that they're the best citizen on the planet. Humph, if I had thuggish appearance instead of looking like such a wuss, would grannies come up to me and give embarrassing lectures!? Oh, well.