(Read time: 2 pints of Bud Light and a Mexican Chicken salad, without tomatoes) Here I am, sat once again in the departure lounge of an airport, travelling, and this time not for fun. For the first time in a long time, I am travelling a long way, having a very long day, and almost …
We have in fact, regressed
(read time: a magnificent sausage roll, and disappointingly warm bottle of Coke Zero) I finally have to concede that the C-Word is here... Christmas... though, while I am considering lighting and decorative strategies, I have already had to turn the radio off as I am not ready for Mariah, Buble, or Slade just yet. Knowing …
Not wearing it to the pub.
(Read time: A VERY large glass of Villa Antinori, and a handful of Guylian chocolates) I am going skiing!!!! Yes, 'tis true. It's booked, and I've got to be honest, I am just a tiny bit excited. I know I've written about skiing and my love for it many times before, and those who know …
Stick to the plan
(Read time - one bowl of gluten free granola and a Hazlenut Americano) I cracked it! Not an egg, though I've cracked many. It wasn't a smile, again, I've cracked many, even some quite recently. It wasn't even a Riedel gin glass, that I again I've cracked many (annoyingly, 3, just by dropping ice cubes …
How did it ever make it this far?
(Read time: 1 Greggs sausage roll, and an extremely ropey cup of takeaway coffee) I like to keep you on your toes. You truly never know when one of my posts may drop into your lap, like a gift from above... or like a present from a passing seagull. You choose which it is! It's …
Matching Tops
(Read Time: One exceptionally strong Nespresso) One very critical facet of cycling that divides opinion, even among cyclists never mind the rev-head driving a knackered white Vauxhall Corsa van who was impatiently chewing at my rear wheel this morning is how we look on the bicycle... as he called it, 'Fashion'. I know I've written …
Don’t let it out of your sight
(Read time: one pint of Cornish Stout) Let's talk about insurance!!! (urghhhh) Perhaps that's not the punchy return to the Gabble that I (or you) hoped I would be making after over one year away from the site, but it is a return nevertheless. This return has been prompted by literally being inundated by a …
Call me Victor
(Read time: A large glass of port, accompanied by a slab of stilton and some very tasty crackers (it's a long one!)) Caution: Content that some may find disturbing. As I was about to board a plane last Sunday afternoon, and while bored in the airport, I bought a copy of a cycling magazine. On …
The Craic is mightier than the Col
(Read time: one double espresso and two Biscotti) I am so bloody hungry! It's not the type of hunger where I fancy a nibble on a bag of the finest rice crackers the supermarket can offer... Or that a cheeky slice of toast laden with Nutella can eliminate. No, this is a deep kind of …
Never going to win Crufts
(Read time; 1 grab bag of McCoys crisps) It's that time of year again. I'm not referring to the New Year, post Christmas lull, where January seems to drag more than a modern day football match. Nor am I referring to the long dark nights, with frosts and occasional spells of sleet that we think …
The Gabbling MAMIL 