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Three quick things.
1. Thumb much better. Now that the bone is healed I am in that 'It's better! Oh, almost …' stage. Very annoying stage. Every time I forget it exists …
2. John Lanchester is the best. I say this not just because he keeps saying EXACTLY the things I say on several issues, which makes me think him brilliant and insightful, but also because I have finally sat down to read my way through more of his work including his essay on the District Line, What We Talk About When We Talk About The Tube, which includes this in a footnote:
'Skyfall, which came out just after the proofs of this book came thumping down on my doormat, is a welcome addition to the filmography not just of the Underground but – hooray! – of the District Line itself. The station through which Bond chases his love intrest, played by Javier Bardem – sorry villain, I mean villian …'
3. A British woman ran down a cyclist, did not stop, TWEETED ABOUT IT, and was then pursued by the Norfolk Police who, on reading her Facebook account, found photos she had taken of herself tailgating, tweeting while driving and doing 95mph.
The police, bless em, are on the case, while the cyclist was not badly damaged. You can read an account of the saga here.
Just remember kids: there is no such thing as road tax, car drivers' time is NOT more precious than cyclists' and you hold us up as much as we hold you up, and yes, I am sure you have seen a cyclist go through a red light: today I had a bus go through a red light in front of me and yet another pedestrian try to commit suicide by running out onto the road without looking because she could not hear me due to earphones (I heroically avoided her, because that's the kind of law-abiding cyclist I am) and a moron turn left across me despite the fact I am now wearing a bloody hi-vis vest to go with my four bike lights and four wheel lights (next accessory: bike-mounted bazooka). Can you tell I idiotically read some of the comments on the Guardian's report of this story? GRRRRRRR!
And in a post-script, BIG HUGS TO YOU ALL. I don't say that often enough, and a couple of you need some cheering up while others deserve a hearty cheer. Current hair colours: dark red, white stripe. Current number of bicycles owned: three, but one is for sale. Know anyone in Sydney who wants a 51cm Miyata?
1. Thumb much better. Now that the bone is healed I am in that 'It's better! Oh, almost …' stage. Very annoying stage. Every time I forget it exists …
2. John Lanchester is the best. I say this not just because he keeps saying EXACTLY the things I say on several issues, which makes me think him brilliant and insightful, but also because I have finally sat down to read my way through more of his work including his essay on the District Line, What We Talk About When We Talk About The Tube, which includes this in a footnote:
'Skyfall, which came out just after the proofs of this book came thumping down on my doormat, is a welcome addition to the filmography not just of the Underground but – hooray! – of the District Line itself. The station through which Bond chases his love intrest, played by Javier Bardem – sorry villain, I mean villian …'
3. A British woman ran down a cyclist, did not stop, TWEETED ABOUT IT, and was then pursued by the Norfolk Police who, on reading her Facebook account, found photos she had taken of herself tailgating, tweeting while driving and doing 95mph.
The police, bless em, are on the case, while the cyclist was not badly damaged. You can read an account of the saga here.
Just remember kids: there is no such thing as road tax, car drivers' time is NOT more precious than cyclists' and you hold us up as much as we hold you up, and yes, I am sure you have seen a cyclist go through a red light: today I had a bus go through a red light in front of me and yet another pedestrian try to commit suicide by running out onto the road without looking because she could not hear me due to earphones (I heroically avoided her, because that's the kind of law-abiding cyclist I am) and a moron turn left across me despite the fact I am now wearing a bloody hi-vis vest to go with my four bike lights and four wheel lights (next accessory: bike-mounted bazooka). Can you tell I idiotically read some of the comments on the Guardian's report of this story? GRRRRRRR!
And in a post-script, BIG HUGS TO YOU ALL. I don't say that often enough, and a couple of you need some cheering up while others deserve a hearty cheer. Current hair colours: dark red, white stripe. Current number of bicycles owned: three, but one is for sale. Know anyone in Sydney who wants a 51cm Miyata?
