This morning's commute and other commuting stories

Had words with some (insert politically correct insult here) driving while on the phone. She argued. Her personalised plates have made it much easier for me to report her to the police. Although dead inside, I chuckle, it is what the humans would expect from me.

Looked v serious and a sobering atmosphere when waiting at the following lights.

Hope the rider is ok.

I couldn't see what had actually happened when I rolled through at about 9.

Scooter-car collision? Likewise hope everyone was OK.

Car and motorcycle

Touristenger yesterday.
Nice things.
Got a seat on the train in (and home again)
Some fella pulling a monster wheelie down Whitehall around 1'ish on a flat barred geared bike, he may have been chasing the young lady on the fixed in front of him.
Emerging from the bowels of the tube to a busker with pipes playing "Blackadder" very medievil, made me smile, slipped him a quid.

Bad things.
Nutter on the tube, did wonder if it was isis time.
Map rage on the street, some nutter with his mum got shouty as he didn't like me looking at the street map info pillar, you know the dual sided info posts, of which one side was free, but it appeared i had the bestest side. Fella in a bowler hat distracted me before i got shouty with the nutter.
Got "Bumped" on Oxford street, i suspect he was trying to pick my pockets, but i have nothing worth stealing so he shit out, might put mouse traps in pockets next vist.

:)

Welcome to londinium. Seems like a quiet visit.

This has been the most exciting vist so far :) normally people are helpfull and chatty*, maybe normal people are really the weirdos in London, and nutters the new normal.

*except on the tube, where no one makes eye contact and you can feel the tension when an erractic nutcase is in the carriage, or a busker.

Ride a bike then

But don't expect to find anywhere to park it.

Commuting to 'Chelsea Harbour' for a couple of days this week. What a vacuous cultural desert, a moribund gated 'community' (Thatcher's kind) with private roads and a private army and piss-poor footways and fuckall allowances for cycling, no parks, no street presence, anti-architectural wasted oppurtunity. Like a middle finger to all the millenia of urban planning and culture of city-building. Seriously, if this is what Thatcherism and the meritocratic International free market amounts to, it's laughable.

But it's a great cut through for commuting (cycling and running) given the limited access to cars.

It was far more of a cultural desert before the Imperial Wharf station opened in 2009.

:) need a London lock first...... and a few paycheques in the bank to buy one too :)

My current locks are no where near safe for the city.

@Greenbank I'll take your word for it.

The river is nice though.

millenia

Nice enough save from 'millenua', but 'millennia' actually has two 'n's. :)

Hopefully the new works being done there (by the back of Chelsea Creek) will allow the Thames Path to go all the way through and join up on Lots Road. Would be much nicer to be able to stick to the river through this section rather than having to use the roads (for running more than cycling).

My brain did stupid and forgot that red light means stop. On a ped crossing. I really really really was convinced red is a big bright yes. Luckily all peds were almost crossed already but I still feel so damn bad about it.

The Man with the Hammer joined me on the commute home. Made for some interesting riding in those horrible conditions. He wanted to shout at cars but I managed stop him....just.

The Man with the Hammer joined me on the commute home

You ride with Thor?

Wow, respect due.

Nah, I dropped Thor much earlier on

Very warm, very sweaty, very much wanting to be finished for the year now.

Had two white vans perform close passes, followed by slamming on the brakes for a left turn.

I love it when people confirm their stereotypes, I wonder what in lighted views they have on immigration.

Very warm, very sweaty, very much wanting to be finished for the year now.

wince at "whore"

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I find a freddo bar in the bag for such occasions does wonders.
Though keeping it back for those moments is difficult.