I’ve got a problem. It doesn’t require a screwdriver, or any tools for that matter, as it can’t be fixed… it’s not that sort of problem. Though I am certainly experienced at creating that sort of problem. Seven years ago I flirted with catastrophe (and possibly death) when I drilled through my house's mains gas …
Jaffa Cake, anyone?
We're often told to only worry about what we can control. It's an admirable, if not truly important quality, in particular at these most challenging of recent times. Thinking back to this time last year, I was amidst my own, not insignificant, meltdown. And yet, not even in my wildest apocalyptic visions of how the …
The Summer of Love
I would think it a reasonably safe bet that there are few people reading this (or not reading this), that are going to be sorry to see the back of 2020. Clearly we all have a common and not insignificant factor in our level of appreciation for this year (COVID-19) but then I, as I …
When is a Jersey a Jacket?
As I sit looking out of my window, on this blowy, grey and wet Monday lunchtime, it is clear that winter is well and truly upon us. From my weekend rides, it is also equally clear that the number of cyclists actually out on the road has reduced substantially from the first COVID lockdown fuelled …
Ready, Fire, Aim…
There is an elephant in the room, ‘The Gabbling MAMIL’. Gabbling – to talk rapidly and unintelligibly (though I’ll do my best to manage this) MAMIL – Middle Aged Man In Lycra (I’m a cyclist, and otherwise as defined) Consider this the departure of The Gabbling MAMIL. As with all good journeys (including bike rides), the first step is leaving …
The Gabbling MAMIL 