Aye it must have been the same people. Did they attach bits of coloured insulation tape to their spokes so that they could recognise each other? I would wipe my arse down the nose bridge of the paramilitary dealers before I'd say, ''Excuse me, please'', to the crazy Russian bastards.
I'll remove this, if you wish, but I have a sneaking suspicion that I, unknowingly, met you on Malone Avenue one day. I may be wrong!
I must see if I can dig out that Spotlight episode online.
A great piece of advice. When you're coming down, and have put your todger out of action, it really is depressing.