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female boris bike

So I was down in London recently and I got pretty drunk on the train because it was super delayed as usual and when I arrived I had missed the last tube. I figured the best course of action would be to hire a Boris bike and cycle the 5 miles to where I was staying.

Hiring a Boris bike is retarded. It should be a case of enter credit card > pay > get bike. But it’s not. When I put in my card and paid money for 24 hour access it didn’t tell me what to do next and it was only until some Spanish tourist (the fcking irony) came up to me and said that I had to put in my card again and get an access code.

WTF?

Why couldn’t I get the access code in the first place? What utter knobjockey figured that this wasn’t…

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