Spotted...

Aah, that was you.
I heard someone shout but in my hungover daze couldn't work out the direction of the voice.

Mystery solved.

Oh, you had a hangover too...?

Spotted today: a chap in a shirt who drew up beside me and asked why I was wearing a radio: "Is there, like, some kind of network?"

I explained that I'm a courienger, and that the radio enables me to be shouted at by my controller without stopping riding, but I'm a bit disturbed by the fact that he thought I was part of some secret society, who ride around London pointlessly gabbing to each other through radios. Because if such a society existed, I'd think they were all preposterous wankers.

Does this mean half of London thinks I'm a preposterous wanker? Oh dear...