On 7 Mar, 12:39, Matt B wrote:
spindrift wrote:

Riding home last night at 6.30 thru Deptford...

Sorry to hear of your misfortune.

I took my phone out and got a photo of the
registration plate...

Post the photo somewhere - someone here may recognise something, or spot
clues.

Kind of the driver to volunteer a DNA sample...

Did the driver spit too? Have the police accepted the "deposit" as
evidence?

--
Matt B

"Sorry to hear of your misfortune. "

Ah, bless! I've just received a personal email from Matt B:

"Sorry, just realised that I didn't read the thread or the link
properly.

Honest mistake, won't make it again, sincere apologies.

May I tell you something about myself?

The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where
do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie
owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for
buggery.

My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with
webbed feet.

My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous
claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse
chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the
genius possess and the insane lament.

My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the
spring we'd make meat helmets.

When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with
reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my
first scribe.

At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically
shaved my testicles.

There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I
highly suggest you try it.


Love, Matt."



Touching.

Let's all be more indulgent toward this chap, he needs our support
guys.