I once worked with
a slightly obnoxious but pretty harmless 17 year old, whose name I can't actually remember because we called him 'Flash'.

He used to ride around on an absolutely immaculate 1960s Lambretta, which was his pride and joy. (This would have been mid 1980's or so).

Me and another collegue one day carfully lifted this gleaming machine into a skip that was in the car park at work, and left it perched on top of the remnants of a roof.

That was a pretty pleasing bit of street art. He hit the fucking roof of course.
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