London cyclist #1: The city accountant

He’ll probably get off the train at Cannon Street or London Bridge. Along with his important AACCA documentation, his work clothes and sensible shoes will be tucked inside a cheap Fitness First day bag strapped to his back. On alighting the train he will go about unpacking his Brompton folding bike, tugging and screwing at… Continue reading London cyclist #1: The city accountant

Play Up Pompey!

FA Cup Final, Saturday 17th May 2008. Portsmouth Vs Cardiff. The day starts with a journey down to Portsmouth on the South West Trains’ superb service out of Waterloo. Great station, quiet new trains with spacious carriages, £30 return. You can’t argue with that. People who moan about trains in this country usually listen to… Continue reading Play Up Pompey!

I hope protesters ruin the Olympics for the Chinese

The most depressing sight of the Olympic torch making its way through London on Sunday was those figures decked out in the blue and white shell suits. Having swapped tunics for disguises from JJB, the two lines of identical Chinese ‘Officials’ pushed and shoved their way passed anything that stood in their path. The ‘Officials’… Continue reading I hope protesters ruin the Olympics for the Chinese

The 2007 FA Cup Final

There was a certain amount of momentum leading up to the 2007 FA Cup final. Scores to be settled from the Premiership, a new and long awaited national stadium, and with that a general acceptance that football was finally coming home – sort of. The scene was set, the predictions made and the obligatory case… Continue reading The 2007 FA Cup Final

An ugly version of the 118 man

I was verbally abused by two teenage girls on Wednesday evening whilst taking my evening exercise around the local park. There I was, jogging away minding my own business, enjoying the birdsong and damp air when peace was shattered. I could see them sat on the bench a way off, waiting for my arrival, considering… Continue reading An ugly version of the 118 man