Where is my bike?
2.12.07 by Buffalo Bill
I still haven’t had my thumb fixed. Apparently it is about 30 degrees out of alignment, and needs wiring. The hospital weren’t able to fit me in over the weekend. There was a sudden influx of Mercedes drivers suffering from lock wounds on Friday night. This may or may not be related to Westcoast messenger selling off the fruit of the labour of House of Pistard’s child slaves at the Snow. The now infamous shirt has sold out, and advance orders for the next run are now being taken.
Jakob is supposed to be bringing my Cooper home from where I left it on Thursday. He says it’s a ‘junk-pile’. His last known location was the Duke of York. He was waylaid by a female in Fiesta lost in Clerkenwell en route to Croydon.