one of my cow-orkers saw me on the telly on some late night Channel 4 thingy.
I was on a bicycle shouting, so it was probably Critical Mass last summer, judging by his description.
These things come back to haunt you...
(, Mon 4 Feb 2002, 5:55, archived)
were there, didn't you?
This was just me (and lots of others) on the street doing stuff. I don't think I meant haunt in a bad way, just an allusion to the way we archive _everything_ these days, so you can trip over events that involve yourself, but that you'd personally forgotten.
For example, a few months ago, I turned on a random cable channel that had temporarily appeared on my decoder, never watched it before and the screen was instantly filled with footage of my dad driving a steam train. This is going to happen more often.
(, Mon 4 Feb 2002, 6:04, archived)
time I went to Critical Mass I got into an argument with a woman driver who kindly finished off our conversation by running my bike over....
(, Mon 4 Feb 2002, 6:43, archived)
were you there when someone's bike got stuck under a Merc outside the Houses of Parliament?
I've never seen the police arrive so fast, and from nowhere...
Actually, last time I was arguing with a car that was trying to run me (and a few others over), the situation was 'de-fused' by a bloke in wheelchair joining in and sitting in front of the guy.
(, Mon 4 Feb 2002, 6:57, archived)
explained here
Maybe Orking is taking photos with really close up noses as we had the other day:

(, Mon 4 Feb 2002, 6:13, archived)
I think i'll have to put a "Cow Orking Prohibited" sign at a roadside somewhere to confuse passers by...
(, Mon 4 Feb 2002, 6:16, archived)
and found this stunning quote:
"If we can't lead them with a stick, we are going to have to beat them with a carrot."
does anyone have photoshop open?
(, Mon 4 Feb 2002, 6:19, archived)
It's the man who buys the carrots that
'they' beat 'them' with
(, Mon 4 Feb 2002, 7:57, archived)

