This morning's commute and other commuting stories

but I think he was talking about a child?

That simply make it worse.

It was a little parody of one of those shitty missed connections bits from the paper or wherever, chill your boots.

^ Yup. Thanks.

Anyway, it turns out even the shittest day at work can be made better by sticking around at the pub for a pint or three then blasting down the CS7 while it's empty at 8pm.

Emily from marketing seemed quite keen to play that pool rematch we've been meaning to have but unfortunately I had to rush off before sunset, E&C was empty. 11/10

Oh Emily.
You're a right one.

Emily from marketing seemed quite keen to play that pool rematch we've been meaning to have

Euph.

Euph.

Here's hoping.

Guy on a Mash(?) pumping prog rock noodly guitars from his Ortlieb backpack around Oval this morning couldn't have looked more 'on here' if he tried.

Traffic was fucked for some reason this morning. I thought we were supposed to be in the school holiday promised land?

but unfortunately I had to rush off before sunset

What happens then, do you turn into a pumpkin or something?

What happens then, do you turn into a pumpkin or something?

Was wondering if someone would pick up on this. I didn't have my lights with me.

1Hr 20mins again, right on the button. Coming up through the suburbanhinterlands of the outer South East there were no parents yelling at kids to hurry up, no sudden blasting out of the driveway without lookings, no overtaking at pinchpoints, no nuttin'.

It was nice.

Yeah, it was all sorts of fuck from TB through to Shoreditch too.

I saw a guy wearing a forum jesrsey going the other way down OKR riding a planet X road bike. Bastard was obviously on the way to a nice countryside ride.

Emily from marketing seemed quite keen to play that pool rematch we've been meaning to have but unfortunately I had to rush off before sunset, E&C was empty. 11/10

Did you sink the pink?

Oops, Snooker/Pool mixup. Top LOLZ

Did you plant her stripes into your solid? No wait that doesn't really work

did you make the sex with her and exchange awkward glances over the office tassimo this morning?

Nah. Still waiting for my big break.

Nothing like letting a motor vehicle out on the bicycle ... either much gratitude or much confusion ;)

Nah. Still waiting for my big break.

Well it certainly sounds like she pickup up your cues.

These book things take bloody ages. #neverendingstory

Nah. Still waiting for my big break.

Don't baulk at the chance.

or you can chalk it up to experience

You know if it's any good someone will make it into a film, you could use the time more productively, have you considered learning how to knit?

This morning's commute

Chapter 1: Hackney

Arriving at the Lock 7 traffic lights a pedestrian stopped in the road and asked the rider in front could she take a photo of his bike.
"Sure," he said as he leant back with his loose, leather bag draped stylishly over one shoulder "it's a Danish bike, a Pedersen, designed in eighteen ninety something".
She took the photo then commented on his leather bag. "It's a goat, from Mali."

Chapter 2: Tower Hamlets

Cutting down a side street towards Weaver's fields a small car rushed out from a street on the left. Emergency stop, a string of expletives from me, we just avoided running into each other. The driver stepped out the car saying, "Do you want to repeat what you said?".
Remembering Anna G's calming advice I took a deep breath and replied "I'm sorry for swearing at you but the way you came out scared the shit out of me".
That made him think for a second and start a 'discussion' about rights of way at un-marked junctions and what you might learn for a driver's theory test. (He was a young driver and there was a very new dent on the front right corner of his car.)
A bit later he put out his hand to shake, which I accepted. As I pulled away he noticed my cap, labelled 'London Cycling Campaign'.
"Ah", he said as he sat back in his car, "London . . . . lorries . . . "

I love that particular sort of cunt who, despite nearly killing you, thinks that you swearing at them is far, far worse. Massive rep to you for being the bigger person, but even if I'd have been able to stay calm (does happen more regularly these days for me) I don't think I'd have been able to apologise for it.

Isn't that what we feed small Indian children for?