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
What is it about London cyclists? In the space of about six months they’ve morphed from a few people commuting to work into a whole army of renegade road users battling for survival. Don’t get me wrong, it’s good for air quality and general congestion, but does it really have to be quite so aggressive?… Continue reading London cyclists
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!
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
We’ve been asking for it for years, and there was certain inevitability about the disaster on Wednesday night that is almost comforting. It’s almost as we’ve finally been put out of our misery after years of suffering and abuse, safe in the knowledge that it’s going be at least a year before we have to… Continue reading England, out of the European Cup
Like anyone else I watched the Rugby on Saturday night, shame we didn’t win but that’s just the way it goes. At least Australia didn’t win, so we won’t have to put up with smug comments from grinning blokes in wrap around shades and flip-flops. Australian men in London theme pubs is probably the single… Continue reading When did we stop caring about people?
The first cycling shirt I ever had was the back and white Peugeot strip from in the early eighties, I must have been about 10 or 11 at the time and it was probably a Christmas present from Mum and Dad. I remember clearly that just like the shirt worn by the French professional team,… Continue reading The origional Peugeot cycling shirt
I have a new job in the West End, which means I’m great, but also means no more walking through Whitechappel on the way to work. Not that Oxford Circus is anything to rave about but it beats running the gauntlet of Brick Lane at 8.30 every morning. I don’t know why everyone goes on… Continue reading The Tour De France in London
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
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