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The return of the street preacher?

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I have blogged before about the Drunken Street Preacher but he’s been quiet as of late. Until this morning… maybe.

During a lull in my sleep at about 5.30am, out of nowhere I was awoken sharply by someone yelling “I’ll fucking kill you!”

Must have been pretty loud for me to hear it that clearly, I initially thought it was inside my apartment – but not my room, so a bikeseat post, of all things, was the first thing in my hand from underneath my bed. Enough to knock a man out, not enough to bludgeon with though. A quick ninja sweep of my apartment and a check of the stairwell and doors revealed nothing. I looked out over the street and saw nobody, I figured I was imagining things and went back to sleep.

This morning I asked my flatmate if he heard it, which he did.

Who needs Shortland Street when you’ve got Jackson Street?

So while I can’t confirm that it was definately our beloved Drunken Street Preacher, it certainly fits his modus operandi.

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  1. It may not have been the ‘Preacher’ it could quite possible be the guy you jabbed and dropped in the fish’n’chip shop known as “Nu dou dou” (Translates: At your own risk, no responsibility) Having found his voice and is looking for you.. Take a photo of the guy or whoever you defeat next time!