Went for a run at dinnertime, mostly on the Salford side of the river. A bit of a loop near Clifton Park and then back along the old canal.
There was a bloke grunting and groaning next to a kissing gate. He was having trouble putting his rucksack on his shoulders, so I helped him.
I noticed that the rucksack weighed a ton.
Bloke: Cheers for that. Bloody thing….
Me: Jesus! What’s in your bag? Concrete?
Bloke: Nah mate. Lead.
Me (thinking): aye aye….
He walked off.
I carried on running and eventually arrived at a junction. I was a bit lost.
At that precise moment, 2 coppers rolled up on mountain bikes. The gods were smiling upon me.
Me: Hello. Which way is Agecroft Road?
Copper: Down there, along a bit…etc.
Me: Cheers. Are you looking for a bloke with a load of lead?
Copper: No. Why? Have you seen one?
Me: Yes. About a mile that way. Fat bloke with a wooly hat on. He’s not moving fast cos he’s got a bag of lead.
Copper: Oh right. We’d best go and have a chat with him then.
er...that's it. I then went back to work and ate my butty.
