2015 July

Me, Tom and the grave of Karl Marx.

Marx, laugh and Brighton

Hello, Recovering from the tail end of a light cold reminded by an intermittent tickling cough, and listening to the rain as it patters down on my bedroom window, here I reflect on a wonderful few of days a week ago. On Tuesday 21st I got the train down to London, bicycle in tow.  From [...]

Me in front of the Eye.  Look at those shorts.

Critical Pride

Hello there. Oh, I headed down to London last Friday 25th June. I partook in June 2015′s Critical Mass.  If you have stumbled upon this blog, or have somehow missed the plethora of posts from me about it before, Critical Mass is an assemblage of predominantly cyclists which occurs on the last Friday of every [...]