There are no Cadillacs in Bradford

[hirez]

I've not been doing anything like enough miles for the last month or so and it's been driving me quietly crackers and confusing my metabolism. Thus off down the cycle-path and back to burn off the night before. (space-meat, odd beer, much hilarity. Very fine.)

Bitton railway was over-run by bus-spotters. Shoving and jostling for good picture-taking position and the queue for a ride round the block in a sixties Cheltenham and district National Express coach. However, I have scruffy combats and an entirely accidental air of menace, so they leave me alone. Then the zing and pop and smell of a mob of two-strokes arrives from the bottom of the car-park. Crikey - it's the Mods. Is it going to kick off? A pitched battle for control of the tea-tent? Bike chains and wrenched-off aerials vs leather-strapped ticket machines swung with the deadly accuracy of a survivor of the school run?

Unfortunately not.

Comments

[jozafeen.livejournal.com]

Aw bless 'em!

I'd immediately test the eyesight of anyone who needed that many lights and horns and the guy on the right is obviously paranoid. It'd be ace to drive along in front of him with a sign in the back window reading 'they're behind you!' just to see him stop to readjust all those mirrors :-)

[jendama.livejournal.com]

Could you please explain "tea-tent" for us non-Brits?

[hirez.livejournal.com]

It's a tent, marquee or gazebo where tea and perhaps cake, biscuits or other hand-held comestibles are served. Thus 'tea-tent'.

You'll find out next month.

[red-mel.livejournal.com]

Its great to be british en it?