Remember that time Bobby Goloid lost his leg riding his bike on the pavement. A time when coppers would still stop you for that offence in their grand prix motorcycle sidecars. Well, that was the case, until the incident with Bobby, when he got his leg severed by a stale baguette carried by a for then, it must be said, cultured couple of coppers. Sticking out it was - the baguette – from the edge of the sidecar as they zoomed in to pull him up for locomoting along the pavement. The collision of baguette and leg left Bobby with a ragged gushing stump. It seemed unreal – in fact it had de-seamed. But he still rode on for a bit, foot in the racer’s pedal’s grip, the detached limb slapping around. Nearby, I heard an old man whisper as he smoothed a hand across naked scalp “the hopper, the hopper.