Hey Tipper,john from metro chelsea.Now at ec1.The first time Bill spoke to me was on Buck palace rd about 13 years ago.I was minding my own buisness when he overtook me-I was going really slowly-turned to me and said,"Fucking carnage".Yeah I did'nt know what he meant either.I just thought what a f*ckwit!!!
By the way good to hear from ya.

Yeah but only really need 3 riders these days.There's 2 at soho.Mike62 and Simone still here too.

a student is only as good as his teacher eh?

First time I met Bill was after riding Good friday 2000, he came up to me as the venue was emptying and said something about it being a good ride for a courier . I had no idea who this guy was or even that he was a courier himself....coulda been any old Grandad expressing his opinion......in fact that's exactly what I thought and resented the "for a courier" bit.

buffalo who?

UnpredictaBill

2mrrw, which prat imparticular? there were a few that lived down the road from me......hahahah

another classic bill line that we must have all heard at some point when hes had a few too many shandys down at the duke on friday night:

"its better to have been a has been than a never was"

to which we would all reply................shut up you twat!

2mrrw, great scott, i know for a fact that youve got the biggest pile of buffalo bullshit to share with the rest of us.......come on, spill it, give us a quote

what you doing with yourself these days?

Whoops! Sorry, JP.

Meeting bill.... this is the thing I am most embaressed about.

I was in london about a month when I first met Bill. I don't know hoe well any of you know Seattle, but it's pretty small. Make that really small.

So I was involved with a bike recycling project in Seattle, and was doing my best to re-create it in Leytonstone, something that didn't work out but I feel like I accomplished alot before it died. While handing out flyers at the duke I was handed a flyer to the ride to the stones...

I was petrified of riding in London. So I spent my first month barely on my bike, to the point that I could probably count pedal strokes. I showed the flyer for the ride to a mate of mine, expressed how much I wanted to go, but gave my reservations (IE I'd never done a major ride, and I wasn't doing much riding at the time).
My mate chided me into it. He'd done big rides before, said there was no way I would be the slowest, and that I would have an amazing time.

well....I was slow. VERY slow. Even slower than I am now. Bill was.....mad.

Well, at least he refused to speak to me. For years.

But, all said and done, Bill is one of my favorite fixtures on the scene. Once you get past the front he's an amazingly lovely and nice guy.

Just don't let him near your bike if he has any reason to peel paint.

fact.

The real reason we missed the sunrise was a. not going quick enough and b. the coppers wouldn't let us come down the bridleway that comes down through the army barracks at Larkhill. I thought I was being clever by avoid the A303 where we would have got stopped by the cops from going down the A344, but I hadn't counted on them blocking the Larkhill road too.

What we should have done is turned left at the A345 by Durrington and then cut through the National Trust land. Neither me or Khaled thought of that.

I admit that I did get lost in Durrington, but with K's help we were back on the right road within minutes.

Not to mention the shortcut through Andover that saved us going right around the ring-road.

i've got fond memories of flatsharing with bill and the weekend he gave up coffee, sugar and crack on the same weekend.

happy days

oi bill here one for ya

DC meesenger champs (2000?) bill had the fucking ordascity to force me and a few other members of the team to go to a veggie restaurant with him, a few of the officials of the DC crew, and a few others (cant remember exacty who....fenton, steevo, nasy and cas ad jason stvenson?) were also present
bill insisted that he ordered for us, which happened to be a FAKKIN HUGE pile of what resembled chilli
"oi bill, wot the fak is this shit?"
"that tipper is veggie chilli" (in his slef important and somewhat condisending, only bill can do.......squall)
"oi, it dont smell like chilli"

so bill leans over to take a sniff and..............................................come on bill i will let you finish the story

cas....but you must remember booking the hotel in the name of "chudleigh" with twin double beds, and of course i had to share mine with bill

ohhhhhhh fak i almost forgot about that, it was a harrowing experience waking up with bill spooning me clad only in a pair of boxers and a semi chubby half poking outta his cacks........yuk yuk yuk yuk....i feel so dirty, im going to wash right now!

i've met few people in london who deserve a street named after them. bill is one of those few.
(make sure the street is well far out, though, so he can't show it to anyone!)
bill! bill! bill!

bill, the thought of your chubby rubbing up against the back of my thigh in the early ours is enough to want me to forget about that whole year...and the one after, you aged muppet and i blame you for my terrible performance on and off the bike for those two horrible years

........i hope you burn in hell

"i've met few people in london who deserve a street named after them. bill is one of those few.
(make sure the street is well far out, though, so he can't show it to anyone!)
bill! bill! bill!"

yummy yum yums parade/place?

yeah bill, i remember breaking my thumb up once, hurt like fuck, but the nurses eh??
just dont let on you are a (very-has been, ex) courier..........in my experience doctors hate couriers for the obvious reason (make their job harder, road kill)
i remenber waiting for 4 hrs with blood piszing out of my hip and then being treated like kunt coz i was a 'yeehar' courier
do they get the same respect these days?