Bananas

Well I was only passing by South Easts last night but,
... the rosily glowing faces at the window-table made the indoors look so inviting, even as the flocking flake, buoyed by its imminent erasure of all the blacktop in a chill false-comforter blanket of white optical contradiction danced in its own self obsessed novlety as though to mock gravity itself.

And it kept on falling. So a round of shots was needed as fortification before re-exposure to the threatening element.

Tim, Renee, Katrina, Rich: the Amaretti Cognoscenti-thanks for your excellant company. Pete sorry we couldn't talk more, but was bitter out.

But Nature disregards the individual
I left the pub intent on continuing my reccy for the London Lights ride. 45 minutes on and I'd asserted my supremacy over a snowy smorgasbord of adverse road conditions; fresh powder, iced cobbles, inverse cambers with rutting and suddenly something. Ka-Pam! Hip and shoulder slammed the pavement whilst forward motion was confusingly maintained. Why? my alarmed body screamed. It was that thing I'd seen but had to run over, else lean. ? A few yards back there it lay, a palid yellow rictus frozen rigid. The irony of a fruit which nature birthed in heat and intended to blow then decay in the bosom-warm, fertile loams of the tropics but which had been expatriated by the produce-slavers to serve man's ravaging sustenance instead suffered, in addition to its sacrifice, the ignominy of transmutaion by the freezing death-breath of Shoreditch night airs. Even as I picked myself up the event made some sort of sense to me. I was caught in the crossfire between the Fundamental Force and the skirmishing upstart snow which so foolishly taunted gravity's hegemony as it skirled. So I just as surely was drawn down. And through the agency of a wagging fat fruit finger which added nagging global-warming-guilt to my discomfort.
Gravity will always apply.

Got the recce done though. http://www.lfgss.com/thread54293.html.

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