Yesterday I left Bradford on Avon for Oxford. I refuelled at Hilperton at 65ppl. I paid at exactly 2.20pm and left.. At 2.58pm only on mile down the canal I was shouted at by Mr Grumpy Old Bastard on a fat boat called Cleo, with the slackest ropes I have ever seen., he said “Slow down going past my boat.”
Well I was gob smacked! I had just travelled one mile in38 minutes and this twat tells me to slow down!!!!!! F**K him!
I said, “I am going slow, How slow do you want me to fucking go! At which point he closed his side hatch. The nerve of these arseholes!
I was actually more annoyed that I missed the opportunity to use my well rehearsed response. “I can’t go any slower or you would have feck all to moan about and your life would be meaningless.”
Still I can save that for another day.