I just read a short article on The Times website entitled “Boris Johnson’s A – Z of cycling”. The article made me chuckle and so I have compiled my own A – Z of cycling. A – Ankles. Getting nipped by nettles when a big car pushes you into the verge on a narrow road. [...]
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Missscribbler’s A – Z of Cycling
August 6, 2008
On Yer Bike
July 30, 2008
I have decided that I have become thoroughly bored with jogging. Jogging is a tedious activity even if you are listening to some powerful techno beats en route concurrent with keeping your iPod plugs from dropping out your ears. Rather than get fat, I have taken up cycling. “Taken-up” is a misnomer as in fact [...]
Our Booze Cruise
July 26, 2008
Last week, A and I partook in what a work colleague likes to call a Booze Cruise. The object being that you and your floating hotel enjoy cheapy Grolsch on the high seas for an evening and a night then dock in Amsterdam for a half day of haphazardous tourism before loading yourself back on [...]
Thoughts on Learning to Drive
May 5, 2008
It is considered a rite of passage to exchange that miserable, green card bearing your name and an equally miserable photo of your world-weary adolescent face for a fresh, pink, shiny new one. I am of course talking about driving licences. My provisional has been cramping my style for four years! Four years on I [...]
Desert Island Discs
April 21, 2008
It is strange and unprecedented what inspires a blog entry and tonight was no exception – a mortality on Hollyoaks. As the credits rolled, a rather innocuous indie balad droned before Jon Snow announced what we would expect on the Channel 4 News after the break and at that point I switched to my computer [...]
Escape the bank on your bank holiday
April 13, 2008
In times of recession one is encouraged to put frugality before vanity and when it comes to how we spend our bank holidays there is no exception. My boss, a terrifyingly frivolous soul with dollar-signs for pupils, chuffs at a single night stay at an Ibis. Why stay in an Ibis for 10 hours (eight [...]
Beside not inside the seaside.
April 8, 2008
It is a wonderous thing, the sea. Wonderous and yet terrifying. I live in central England and so my experiences of the sea are reserved for holidays alone and I put it down to my neglecting the sea that I have an uncertain relationship with it. This weekend, A took me to one of those [...]