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Looking for a cheap 650 front wheel, as above. Anything considered, so long as its true.

cheers

2nd dibs!

Carson

Sorry i did not mean to be disinterested in you,

You mean 'uninterested'. Carry on.

In my experience (working for the highways info part of a council) if you can get another council employee to ask on your behalf (from a different section) you can usually get the data for free, or try to go through the councils cycling officer. If you pay the fee (usually about £39) they can supply a plan for a small area (3 or 4 streets, 1:1250 on an A4 sheet) which will show the exact boundaries of the public highway. They won't hold data on private land though, just land owned (or maintained) by the council.

Can you be my council employee? :)

Pm'd. Does that take precedence over dibbed? Who knows.

damn, too chuffed with my own shit jokes.

Was gonna write 'from the perspective of a bicycle courier the postman's lot seems relativley pedestrian.' But bottled it.

Cheers, glad someone read it!

Ah, rumbled.

Yeah I'm well jealous, I too read his diary in the hopes of having made an impression on him (used to see him everynow and then, and try and astound him with some chatter) but it obviously didn't work. Never delivered to him though. I got twittered by Stephen Fry, but that is a very dismal claim to fame in comparison.

i did but i shot it in the face. serious comments please

Trying to decode this but can't. Anyway, I advise you to get on your bike and get a job as a courier. This will answer your questions and make you see how absurd they are. Asking on an internet forum in the hopes of setting up a business seems a recipe for disaster, and for that reason, I'm out.

PS: can I really claim my £5 then?

hah no worries mate, he takes a keen interest in us couriers (exengers) so it seems.

Did CC not once get caught nicking an avocado from Somerset Maughn's yard? The same house in which ian flemming whipped his wife so hard during their s&m sessions that the maid had to change the sheets twice a day?

I am a veritable fountain of literary anecdotes.

Or perhaps Will was this one:

14 February. A courier, a good-looking dark-haired boy, comes this Valentine’s Day with a single rose for someone next door. Having rung the bell, he waits with his rose and clipboard: today’s Rosenkavalier needs a signature.

Although from 1996, so perhaps not. Also, 'good-looking'? I leave for others to decide.

Alan Bennett once called me "you poor sod". You can't put a price on memories like that can you?

Was this you then:

"29 May. A biker delivers some proofs from PFD, and as I’m signing for them, asks what’s my opinion of Cyril Connolly and why is it he’s less well thought of than, say, twenty years ago. Because he’s not long dead is the short answer and also, I suppose, because the literary scene has changed, with no one critic presiding in the way Connolly and (to a lesser extent) Raymond Mortimer did. [...]

I don’t quite spill all this out to the waiting courier, who is a graduate of UCL and shouldn’t have to be biking round London delivering letters this cold wet May afternoon."

From his diary, 2007.

I bet it was. I claim my £5.

Ahh thank god for sundays and the omnibus.

What happened to all that bilious hate about the above? The 'sale gone wrong' thread seems to have vanished. No doubt he had a perfectly legit explanation and everyone feels rightly shamed by their harshness, but as I missed the dénouement, anyone care to fill me in?

lfgss get a life, dorks.

(was that it? or was it dweebs? or nerds perhaps?)

apparently, this hobbitian preference is known on the continent, where it is called 'Zweites Frühstück',or '**Drugie śniadanie', depending on where u are...
**

In J. R. R. Tolkien's book [I]http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hobbit, references second breakfast in a line of dialogue.

The bridge on must be shopped no? Surely some of you lot can tell me, from the pixels, and from having seen many shops in your time?

It's one where the line goes up.

Oh dear.

That's wonderful, thanks so much. I have actually read bits of ASTB - completely went out of my head. But I need to re-read it properly. And no, my Gaelic's not so hot, as it goes - myth or language :-)

Pleasure, anything to encourage FlannO'ers. Yeah the language thing is tricky (something he goes on about in the column, to great comic effect), and At Swim is so structured around legends of old sweeney and the pookha and stuff that it can be a bit hard to penetrate. Still, worth pursuing.

Yes yes yes - it is brilliant. TTP is all I've read, though. What else would you recommend?

*At Swim-Two-Birds *is good, if a bit relentless. How are you on Gaelic myth? The rest of his novels are gently disapointing - flashes of greatness, but not sustained I fear. *The Dalkey Archive *is tragic, a re-writing of TTP (which was originally rejected, and wasn't publsihed in his lifetime) he did late in life and it is poor. The Poor Mouth, originally in Gaelic, is probably amazing in that language, and is still fun in English (there's a fine trans. by Patrick Power). Having said that everything he wrote is very very good, and even bad Flann is better than much.

But for perfect bedtime dipping into you can't beat extracts from 'Cruiskeen Lawn', the daily column he wrote for the Irish Times for thirty years or so as 'Myles na gCopaleen'. Get *The Best of Myles, *or Further Cuttings From Cruiskeen Lawn, edited by his brother. They're bibliographically shonky, but the easiest way to get hold of this stuff.

Finnegans Wake (get it right, people ffs :D) is absolutely fucking brilliant.

Innit man, as Flann O'Brien said, 'that poor writer's end was hastened by that damned intrusive apostrophe', or words to that effect. Incidently, has anyone mentioned Flann the man yet? *The Third Policeman *has important things to say about the relationship between man and bicycle, and is very funny. Indeed most of O'Brien's stuff is like Joyce with better jokes.

A good 'walk through guide' to *Ulysses *is The Bloomsday Book, by Harry Blamires (sp). Well worth the effort.