Wheelie boy, who is making considerable mileage out of his claim of having his wheels taken from him by the police, might not be all he seems.
I visited his blog (since his profession, according to the slavering idiots who were once described as 'press' is 'blogger') and found him wailing about how hard it is to get into a tube train.
It's not easy for me either. Worse, as a smoker, I am barred entirely from tube trains, plain trains, platforms, stations, buses and their diesel-scented waiting areas, all bus stops, all taxis, and soon my own home. I pay more for the NHS than nonsmokers but I will not be permitted to use that either. And wheel boy thinks he is discriminated against?
How much, Jodie, do you pay in extra revenue to cover this discrimination against you? Think, if you can.
I left a comment there. It's in moderation, we shall see, but just in case, it's here too.
In the unlikely event that Jodie or his socialist pals visit and have the brain power to get this far, they might be interested to learn that I am not interested in their bleats and protestations. I'm a smoker. I'm evil. You, Jodyites, made me what I am and it's far too late to make a fuss about it now. I am what you told everyone I was. You chose this. I'm just living up to your expectations.
So come on, wheel boy. I wanna play a game.