Bimbling around Bath on a Brompton

It was possibly the last decent day of the summer & by jimney, I was going to enjoy it. With the kids safely deposited at school, I hot footed it to Tilehurst railway station ready for a day of bicycle shenanigans around the historic city of Bath. As anyone who uses the railways in the UK will agree that the pricing of the tickets is tantamount to daylight robbery.  Whilst I stood at the front of the queue in the ticket office, the man behind the desk put on his face mask, whipped out his National Rail issue pistol & … Continue reading Bimbling around Bath on a Brompton

Something has to give…

There he was, standing straight in front of me.  I just couldn’t stop staring at him.  Wearing a towel that barely covered his nether regions, this rotund, wild-haired, middle-aged man, was squaring-up to me like a confronted alpha-male gorilla – shoulders pulled back, chest puffed out & his midriff sucked in.  While we stood, eyeballing each other for a few seconds, a noise similar to tyre suddenly being punctured, hissed from his mouth & his bloated abdomen descended rapidly to its natural, overhanging rest position.  Then, in grotesque fascination, I watched as he placed his two hands either side of … Continue reading Something has to give…

Bimbling

It would be fair to say that I have been blessed with the genetics of a sloth.  As a child I was forever being chastised by my parents & siblings for not keeping up.  It was that I never really saw the point of rushing anywhere.  When, much to my familys’ surprise, I joined the army, aged 17, things really didn’t change that much.  As I tried to explain to my Troop Sergeant during a route march, as long as I reached the destination eventually, who really cares about how fast I marched.  Unfortunately he really didn’t see my point … Continue reading Bimbling