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One liner with added stress of doing it before kettle boiled. Essential tool.

Great thread, well done all. Really cheering. Hoping OK to join in. Day 1 challenge. Look annoyed but just holding still.

Yeah, you're right, it's not a popular option. I do either depending on the lay of the land as I get there. Or just sack it, go straight on and get to wherever 10 minutes late. Good to have options.

That right is iffy and I don't like it. The junction has one of those two stage right turns for the bike lane doesn't it? ie. Stay left and join the embankment in front of the waiting traffic coming across you and go on their green. You also then get every hero blast past you for taking the pole position they sprinted so hard for. It's a bit cycle infrastructure 100% all in but less death defying.

My condolences to friends and family. I didn't know Bullheart but his story has stayed there in the back of mind since I first heard it and I'm sure it always will. Rest in peace.

I Don't Feel At Home in this World Anymore is a gem. David Yow in the cast made me glad.
Saw The Nice Guys after long intentions. Well worth it. Could've done with less plot and more titting about.

Also Enemy was creepy and full of menace and made me look up what the hell it meant afterward.
And Essential Killing is good if you like dreadfully bleak chases in the snow.
Thank you Curzon12.

Elle. So good.
The House That Jack Built. Not bored for a second of it. Offensive and nasty. Enjoyed.

There is a cat in Stockwell, Larkhall Rise way, that uses the zebra crossing. It will let you know it wishes to cross by loudly meowing at length at the curb and then stepping out at the next available gap. Please allow right of way.

On the left, turning left, scooter on the right behind sitting in the box, turning left = angry close pass
Left of the filter lane, turning right, same scooter on the right, turning right = predicted residual perceived grievance close pass
Take the short cut, pop out way in front, get the drink out and when scooter arrives gesture as if at the bar 'and where have you been all this time?' = acceptable pass.
He just needed three goes.

Huge respect to the Cirque du Soleil rider who clipped a kerb near Waterloo, went over the bars onto his feet, bike flipped a couple of times around him, tyre-bounced about three feet in the air to come to rest in the middle of the road. Fucking frightening, or would have been if I hadn't known it was a professional performance. Thumbs up for OK.
Also, thanks Balfes Streatham. Like riding a magic carpet today.

Record crowd I heard, just to kick those teeth in that bit deeper ;). Sweet reports coming out that both sets of fans are chipping in to smarten up the ground over the summer. I can't begrudge Dulwich anything except being fundamentally Dulwich. League reorganisation has cast us into some sort of black hole by the look of it. Lovely.

DHFC fans. I feel the need to represent. As a Tooting fan I am obviously gutted you won and so compounded the misery of relegation. Making the ground look busy is also quite rude behaviour from a guest. Good luck in the South.

I was riding up Cedars Road, Clapham on Friday night when someone in a car decided to undertake another car off the lights up the hill. I felt the heat of their engine on my leg as they passed. I often dismiss close passes but this one has stuck with me. I had had a couple of drinks and I honestly am glad I didn't find out what effect that would have had had my attempted catch succeeded. On the plus side, I did note that they used the indicator flash to thank the other driver when they let them in.

Incredible reading, these pages. Good luck with the treatment.

I muttered to an oncoming RLJing moped who cut across the Blackfriars cycle lane right into the southbound bikes that he was a fucking prick. I don't think anyone heard as they were making too much noise pretending they were on horses. WOAH!

The word, I now realise, sadly, is 'Boutique'. I got it all to myself for a late showing of It Comes At Night. It was plenty dark enough then.

Curzon in Wimbledon's alright. Daytime shows its just you and the retired wealthy, who have impeccable manners.

It goes close to that for sure hence the confusion for me. Didn't know about the guy beforehand but it was sympathetic overall. For all his apparent faults I was left feeling he was more inspiration than clown. Ach, it needs a viewing. Entertaining if nothing else and a lovely brief use of Faith No More.

The Disaster Artist left me in a bit of an emotional state. It seems to pull you around effectively; make you feel good, make you feel bad for feeling good, then, well, confused but satisfied. James Franco is superb.
Near empty lunchtime showing with a stupendous drunk who could barely walk before drinking and sang along with the end credits.

The very words that were running through my head as I slowly began my descent to the ground the second time. Skills lacking.

Twice down like Bambi on the back roads and ended up walking the rest to the main roads and taking the most straight route I could after that. Exhausting even at the snails pace.
Fellow with a head gash on Trinity Road being looked after while waiting for the ambulance.
School girl in tears after a spill.
There were lovely people around to check everyone was OK in each case.

Nice work indeed. The sound was a notable character in itself.
That odd delivery of the lines must have been a laugh to deal with over and over and over.

The Killing of a Sacred Deer was very good. It took a while to get out of the frame of mind it induced afterwards.

As the icing on the shitcake that sort of fits the bill.