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My old travelcard wallet is held together with black gaffer and contains a picture of a startled stranger.

No real surprise there.

However, the price of the monthly zone 2+3 pass that I remember mithering about in 2000?[1] - £45

Compare and contrast with the current cost of same - £80.

Or the FGW 'equivalent' - £182

... It's cheaper for me to drive to work.[2]

[1] That still looks weirdly like the future.
[2] Or at least some combination of drive + bike so as to avoid paying for parking in Bath, which is Not Cheap.

Current Mood: Complete Madness
Current Location: Rochambeau Aerodrome

Digging the starry pineapples.

Dear me. How sad. Never mind.

Current Mood: Anode
Current Location: Network 23
Current Music: Peel

Dear twatty-boy in the Frenchay hospital bus. No doubt you consider yourself above moral reproach because you are doing 'good works' and criticising NHS workers is akin to booting baskets of kittens into acid-filled industrial canals. However, the next time you come past me with a foot to spare, I'm going to climb in the bloody passenger door and wallop you one with my U-lock. Unless you're trying to drum up trade, of course. In which case - no sale.

Anyway.

I finally got around to watching the Factory documentary on BBC-4 (Are they really mithering on about shuttering that channel? Bastards if so. It's the only thing worth watching regularly) and bloody hell it was good. I imagine it's just me being a tiresome Peelite, but there was always the feeling that Factory was 'ours' and everyone else could fook off.

Current Mood: Scrimson scrimson scree
Current Music: Even remixed, U2 and Bjork are shite

Back from that there Londons, which had been rendered splendidly French for the occasion. It was very odd to be standing next to an 'Aquarel' banner and opposite a 'Champion' example while the Gendarmerie trundled past in (very flash) LHD Landies... While standing next to the Serpentine bridge.

Much later, we ended up in a fine boozer round the back of Lancaster Gate. Most of the crowd hanging round outside were jabbering about the cycling, and the staff were at pains to point out that I was far too rock&roll to actually be, y'know, old. Which was very nice of them.

There may have been one or several drunken SMSeses sent.

Most of today has been spent somewhat zombified and staring into space. Even so, we managed to bounce off John & Wendy (WANOLJ) in Paddington station - they'd turned up for the same reason and seemed somewhat startled that I was turning into a roadie.

(Via

outerego) Utterly jammy sod.

Current Mood: Somewhat tired
Current Location: In a heap
Current Music: Not so you'd notice

There's probably something terribly chocolate-box-cover about cyclists covered with a dusting of hoar-frost. Not if you're the pillock in question, mind. Then it's just a bit bleedin' parky.

It's probably also a bit of a warning if you're standing under the gym shower waiting for your extremities to warm up.

(I need a cycling icon, but that rotter Sulston's already bagged all the Kraftwerk ones.)

Memo to self: dismount before that final pitch down to the Frome after Frenchay Common. There's a spring under the road which has been cheerfully seeping through the (rough, off-camber) tarmac lo these past several months and this morning on the way up it was a sheet of ice. Doing it downhill in the dark will mean headbutting a parked Volvo at the very least.

Still, all good fun.

Current Mood: Endorphins
Current Music: Chillblains

Ickle flower (of romance)

deathboy wanted a bit of cheery news. The big Donovan.

So, um... I'm really quite pleased to have the 9000 back. I'd got so used to the, um, exacting nature of the 900's gearbox, that having something I can put in 'D' and let the technology worry about the ratios is being rather pleasant.

On the other hand, once the obvious kinks have been worked out of the car, I suspect I'll be back on the pushbike to and from work. It's been making a bit of a difference to my fitness levels.

God. Boring. I'm going to buy some military surplus and fiddle with this daft idea for a technothriller.

Current Mood: German Bight
Current Music: Johnny Cod and the North Sea Trawlers

This running business comes on apace (Ahaha. Oh, I'm such a card.) which is jolly fine. Shin splints and not being able to drive home afterwards are distant memories, even though I'm covering four times the ground.

We're coming up to that Tour time of year, too. That'll be me in front of the telly for several hours a day.

Current Mood: Elton Welsby
Current Location: Phil Liggett
Current Music: Ron Pickering

The last time I went to the Nice Shop to buy some proper running shoes, they had me pile up and down St. Michael's Hill (it's steep, even for Bristol) a half-dozen times in different examples so they could 'check my gait' and watch me expire on the pavement afterwards.

This time, I biked up there, piled up and down St. Michael's Hill a half dozen times, biked home again and then expired in a heap.

Progress. Excellent. (Pardon my enthusiasm, this business of a 'beginner's running club' at work is (a) rather fun, and (b) kicking my arse.)

Current Mood: Hexagonal
Current Music: The New Sid Tonks Hot Six feat. Malc 'vibes' Powell

Another migraine this post-lunchtime. Two sets of auras this time. I wonder if it keeps doing it 'til I give in and go lie down?

Boots from Cotswold Outdoor. Half-price Salomons. Bosh!

MS parcelled off to the Viable Paradise people. Either reaction will be equally good and bad.

Current Mood: Explodey
Current Music: Ponkle

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Entries tagged with plates

Travel broadens the mead.

Not listening to the Higsons / Yes, we have no bongo(e)s.

Morning traffic report with Neasden Postlethwaite

Here we go again

Nantucket bike ride/Where's Brian Walden now?

Having an average weekend/Exit from Vince Lombardi high school

Neasden Postlethwaite reads the news.

Lardy-da

Matters uprising.

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