Just had a lunch meeting in Ladbroke Grove - meant crossing London from Old Street. My old commute, more or less, so was interesting to see how much I'd forgotten and how many times I could get lost.
Black range rovers abound from Harley St onwards.
Had a van undertake me dangerously on gloucester terrace, who then nearly took out a deliveroo moped - who, having had the temerity to beep at the van for the cunty move then got brake checked as a reward.
Then between Clerkenwell and Old St roundabout, watched another van sail through three red lights.
Still, bloody cyclists, eh?
Just had a lunch meeting in Ladbroke Grove - meant crossing London from Old Street. My old commute, more or less, so was interesting to see how much I'd forgotten and how many times I could get lost.
Black range rovers abound from Harley St onwards.
Had a van undertake me dangerously on gloucester terrace, who then nearly took out a deliveroo moped - who, having had the temerity to beep at the van for the cunty move then got brake checked as a reward.
Then between Clerkenwell and Old St roundabout, watched another van sail through three red lights.
Still, bloody cyclists, eh?